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WARNING:
This story is fiction, and should be treated as such.
The following story is for the entertainment of ADULTS ONLY,
and contains descriptions of explicit sex. If you are not an
adult, or reading sex stories upset you, do not read any further.
I am not the author. I don't have the talent.
I can only be ... "TheEditor".
Searching For Satisfaction
Chapter 1
The sun broke through the blinds in her room, and she
stirred, trying to hide her face from the light. She was not
ready to get out of bed yet. Feeling lazy, she might stay in bed
until her husband returned from his new job. Besides, she didn't
think she could face up to spending the day alone with her new
father-in-law. He was still a stranger to her!
Karen Lind . . . she had been Karen Thompson until last week.
The courtship had been fast. She was working as a librarian in
Oceanside, a military base on the California Pacific Coast just
north of San Diego, when she met Jerry. Tall, handsome in his
uniform, waiting there for his discharge, so he could return to
his home and run his father's hardware business.
At twenty-five she had committed her life to that of a
spinster. Men were all so strange to her. When her mother had
finally died after being bedridden for ten years Karen felt a
sense of relief. She realized then that instead of spending her
young years learning about boys she had run straight home from
school to take care of her mother. And her mother had been no
help in teaching her about sex.
Since Karen's father had fled the coop years before, her
mother hated all men. They were beasts, brutal, always craving
sex . . . Karen was frightened to death of men . . . until Jerry
came along.
He teased her into going out on their first date, even
letting her pay her share of the movie and the late supper
afterward. Since he had been a perfect gentleman on that date,
Karen consented to see him again. It was the fourth date in as
many days before he even kissed her goodnight. Although the kiss
was tight and brief, Karen decided he would probably be the only
chance she would ever have at a man.
They were strolling along the Oceanside beach when he
proposed. "Karen, I like you very much. You are nice, easy to get
along with, and attractive. My life is cut out for me. My father
wants to retire, even though he's only fifty. He wants to get
some traveling in, and he wants me to take over his business." He
kept talking, and Karen wondered if he was ever going to get
around to his proposal. Later on, he finally did, "I'm going to be
working about seven days a week, and I need somebody to take care
of the house and to raise my children."
For a minute Karen was tempted to ask, "What children?" but
she knew he was talking about the children they would have
together.
"I want to marry you, Karen. I can't offer you much
excitement, but I will be a good provider."
And that was it . . . no on-the-knees proposal, no champagne,
no bells. They were married two days later in the small chapel on
the base. The following day, Jerry received his discharge and
with Karen caught a bus to Sun Valley, a community within the Los
Angeles County.
Their honeymoon was as brief as the courtship. One miserable
night in a cheap motel. Since neither of them had had very much
experience in sex, their lovemaking left much to be desired and
was totally unfulfilling. Jerry had grabbed for her as soon as
they were in bed. He fondled with his hard penis, but by the time
he pulled her gown up, he had ejaculated all over her beautiful
new silk panties. She had bought black ones especially for this
occasion. Now they were ruined. Jerry was so embarrassed that he
jumped out of bed and spent most of the night in the bedroom.
They hadn't tried since.
Karen wondered when the moment would come. It wasn't that she
was completely cold . . . heavens no! She just needed to be
treated with tenderness.
She crawled out of bed in this strange house and went into
the bathroom. The shower would put her in better spirits, then
she would go downstairs and get acquainted with her new father-in-
law. She stripped to her bare skin.
Naked, she walked back into the bedroom to get her overnight
case with her cosmetics. The bed still looked cozy, and she had
nothing better to do other than to face the old man.
Back in bed she stretched lazily. It felt strange to be
completely nude under the sheets. Somehow it made the bed feel so
deliciously comfortable to her. She lay there for a while half
dozing and thinking of sex. She wanted it, but she didn't really
know what to do, or how to react. The more she thought, the more
she felt incredibly rosy all over. Even her full breasts felt
busty and meaty. As the sheet slipped across her taut nipples,
she realized that she was fantastically horny. She wanted sex,
but her husband was not available.
Karen drew her hands across her body. She squeezed wickedly
at the nipple on her left boob, and saw the fleshy nipple rise up
erect at the end. She licked her lips, and prepared to experiment
some more.
She drew her body out long, and felt the sheet slide across
her belly, and across her luscious mounds of breast. Then she
drew the sheet between her legs. She gasped at the feet of the
lustrous fabric as it slid between her thighs, and into her unused
pussy. She spread her legs, and drew the sheet again through the
dense folds of her cunt.
The sensation was overwhelming to her. The sheet was slick
and cool and it slid across the moist soft lips of her pussy like
a breeze. Karen put her legs up into the air, and she lightly
drew the sheet back and forth through her crotch, gently playing
with herself.
She increased the pace, and stroked her pussy with harder
strokes of the sheet. She began to breathe more heavily, and she
felt her snatch warming inside as it grew damp. Soon she found
that her cunt was virtually steaming with the response to her
little game. She moaned lightly and began to hump her hips on the
bed.
She was wild to fuck! But there was nobody to fuck!
The material of the sheet between her legs clung and slid
alternatively, setting up a burning friction over the gates of her
steaming cunt. She spread her thighs wider and bent her knees
more to dip down and open the silky petals to the tough of the
sheet. It slid inside them and teased at the sensitive tissues
rimming the mouth of her vagina. She moaned lightly as she felt
the ball of sensitive nerve endings at the top of her clit awaken
and sprout like a small cock. The little bud surged forward into
the cupping grooves of the sheet.
A change overtook her doll-like features as her passion
mounted. She quickly sprang from the bed and searched through her
suitcase for the black nylon panties that still had the stain of
her husband's premature ejaculation blotched on them. She slipped
her long slender legs into them and pulled them up over her
thighs. Now glancing into the mirror on the huge dressing table,
she studied her sensuous body.
Pulling at the black brief panties, she was able to slide the
thin soft material into the valley left by the sheets. She
watched her own soft red lips go slack and her eyes hood over.
The halo of golden hair swam luxuriantly around her shoulders and
face. Her full breasts pumped up and down, the nipples tingling
from the excitement she was bringing on herself.
As if by itself, her thumb began creeping down inside her
nylon panties. The material was tightly bunched in her fists, one
in front, the other in back, and her knuckles rubbed with light
touches over her burning skin. She felt the thumb in front begin
weaving back and forth across the tremulous mound of her abdomen,
reaching farther and farther downward with each swing as if
seeking contact with her golden triangle and the pulsing delights
under it. Then she allowed the hand behind her to nose its way
between the cheeks of her saucy ass. A heightened throb rippled
through her as she thought of its destination.
Her hips rolled back and around and pumped forward, and the
material of the panties sang over her clit like a slippery bow
over a violin string.
She sucked in her breath and felt sharp jolts shoot through
her, and her resolve started crumbling to pieces. She wondered
what difference one small bit of self-indulgence would matter now
- what harm there would be in slipping her thumb inside her cunt
and letting the release she'd been holding back so long flow
through her.
Karen's face twisted in agony, and she damned herself for
having started playing around.
She sucked her belly in, and watched as it rolled, with the
hole of her navel bobbing in the soft surface of her skin. For a
moment Karen studied her body. Her tits were full and beautifully
shaped. The way they hung on her chest . . . her full pink nipples
standing out pertly.
Her ass was generous without being fat or shapeless, and she
had a soft round belly that protruded slightly without sagging.
Karen watched her breasts swell as she studied her body. Her
nipples surged forward readily, then she cupped her tits in her
palms and groaned with lust, making them swell outward toward the
mirror. As soon as the sound escaped her lips, she blushed. God!
Maybe she should take a shower, but the thought of a man pulled
her mind back to what she was doing. Her hips began revolving,
and her legs parted. Her golden bush seemed to be begging for
escape. Straightening, Karen pulled the black nylon panties from
around her throbbing body. Slowly, as if in a daze, she slid them
lower and lower until her pulsating pussy was in plain view in the
mirror. She dropped her panties, and stepped out of them. Now
nude she spread her legs wantonly and bent a fraction. Her golden
bush seemed to be melting from her mound as the drops of moisture
formed on it and ran to the tips of the silky curls, loading her
mat like a paint brush dipped in molten gold.
Karen didn't feel as if she would or could even be able to
separate reality from fantasy. It was unbelievable. Never had
she felt this way before, but then never had she been in bed with
a man before, especially one who had left her completely
satisfied.
She thrust her pelvis forward and saw her pink cuntlips puff
up and part readily and exhibit the moist meat at the mouth of her
tunnel. She could feel the nipples of need undulating along its
length, making it stretch and grow soft and slippery and warm
inside, readying itself for something. Karen was unaware of what,
but she felt as if she had to have something inserted in it.
Her voluptuous asscheeks trembled fleshily as her bottom
rocked and screwed back and forth, and she could see the flush of
health and desire that crept all over her skin. She bent over
slightly as if to examine her breasts more closely, but instead
her hand sneaked to her lower belly.
She squatted slightly, bending her knees so that her inner
thighs turned outward receptively for her hand. She then brought
her hand up the hollow to her groin and brought more shivers to
her skin where it touched. The hand passed up the tender
trembling flesh of her lower abdomen, tangling through the damp
pubes and leaving a streak of slippery moisture that glistened
under the light of the sun streaming through the thin drapes.
Tingles ran all through her chest and made her nipples swell
to the bursting point with the wild passion building inside her.
Her inner thighs were covered with moisture, and her puffy
labia were spread wide, like slitted petals of a bruised flower.
She watched the soft part of her belly quiver with anticipation as
her hand continued downward. It reached her belly again and moved
toward her crotch as though it had a mind of its own. Karen's
finger parted the pubes on its silky path. She let the manual
digit move along the downward-pointing root of her clit and then
out to the throbbing tip. Jolts of electric shock fired through
her pelvis and her buttocks trembled. Her throat opened wide to
let out a groan of passion, and her pelvis bumped back and forth
in tiny waves, seeking more of the contact she so desperately
needed.
Eagerly, she bent her legs more, widening the gap at her
crotch, and saw the round orifice, dark and silky as a mineshaft
of gold ore. The tip of her finger slid along the slippery folds
of the inner lips and paused at the entrance.
She gasped in quick breaths of air, as if working up the
courage to go ahead and let the finger fill her body with its
fire.
She watched it all in the mirror. The long finger slid
tightly past the opening of her cunt and caused moisture to
trickle out around it and run down her thighs, as if it had
punctured the swollen flesh of a ripe fruit and caused it to
squirt obscenely.
Then the sucking motion began, and she could feel her finger
jerking and pushing at her pussy opening which was eagerly
swallowing the small offering it had received and begging for
more.
Karen pushed her finger farther and as it wormed its way into
her vagina, her clitoral knob pulsed outward, seeking contact with
something, and she felt a burst of sensation warm her inner thighs
as her body accommodated the slender finger. She groaned and
rocked back and forth, fearing she would have to prop her buttocks
on something to keep from falling over.
Karen's finger slid in and out, rippling farther back toward
her womb each time in searing waves of delight. She could see her
abdomen bloating as she swallowed the length of her finger, but
her pussy hungered for more. She tried to keep her hips still,
but they weaved back and forth in screwing motions in an attempt
to pull that finger all the way into her and make her squeeze down
hard all around it and come.
At last the teasing came to an end. She couldn't hold back
any longer. Her emotions were at their highest pitch, and she was
afraid she would come before it was time for her to, and then she
was also afraid she would come. She felt her face go hot and her
emotions swirl. She couldn't recall being so aroused in her life
as she was at this moment. Certainly she had never played with
herself before.
She moved over toward the bed, trying to keep her finger
buried in her pussy as she did so. She lay flat and drew her
knees up, spreading her legs widely. She looked down the curving
length of her torso at the stretched mouth of her cunt. She could
see it clearly in the mirror and the sight thrilled her.
Her breathing was fast now and when she rapidly dug her
finger in and out of its wet passageway she moaned loudly.
"Oh . . . my God!" she moaned again in a soft whisper over
and over again. "So good. So . . . good!
Suddenly her ass lifted and made her cunt quake wantonly
below her finger. She clutched at the bed with her other hand and
screamed hoarsely as shock after shock tossed her being from peak
to higher peak and plunged her into the deepest valleys, only to
lift her up again to further soaring heights.
But as one shock after another shot through her, she knew she
was smiling with pure happiness, utter joy, and that her throaty
screams had become a song, telling the world that she was alive
and happy.
Everything started graying out, and she knew she'd about
reached her limit for now. But she wasn't ready to stop. She
couldn't control her spasming flesh. She knew her cunt was
flowing freely with pure, clear juices. Even though her flesh and
muscles were aching from the position she was in her finger
continued its in-and-out motion. It was digging into her tender
pussy canal, as it snaked in and out, but she barely noticed the
pain. For just as it got more intense she hit her peak again
quickly, wildly, wonderfully, as she was swept by another and far
greater orgasm. This one left her so physically weak she started
graying out again. Then the grayness lifted and was replaced by a
warm golden color that spread over her mind and her body. She
could feel herself sinking deeper and deeper, her head going
gently around in swooning circles as she came down and down, like
a circling bird seeking a perch on which to alight.
Time had no meaning. There was no time. There was only
total satisfaction and the glorious pleasure of uninhibited
release. She knew it was good, but her mind couldn't form words
to express what she could only feel.
How long she lay she didn't know. It was as if she had been
asleep for a long time and had awakened completely fresh and free!
Oh God, free!
Then reality hit!
What have I done? I was like a bitch in heat. Oh, I was so
wicked. Mother would have turned over in her grave if she had
witnessed my debasement.
Shame crept up through her body causing her to pull the sheet
back over her exposed body as if suddenly the eyes of the world
were looking at her nudeness and wantonness.
Before she could think another thought a light rap sounded at
the door.
Chapter 2
Karen jerked violently, almost falling out of bed. Startled
she answered timidly, "Yes. . . who . . ."
"It's me Dad." There was a pause. "If you want to get up
now I've got some late breakfast for you."
Karen couldn't bring herself to call the stranger outside her
door "Dad." She called out, "All right, Mr. Lind." Then
remembering that she hadn't showered. "I want to jump under the
shower first. Be out in ten minutes or so."
"Fine. We have a lot of getting acquainted to do."
She heard faint steps as he retreated down the hall. For a
few minutes more she lay quietly, then sighing resignedly, she
crawled out of the comfortable bed and moved toward the shower,
not daring to look at her nude body in the mirror across the room.
Inside the shower she turned it to high so that the stinging jets
of water covered her quickly as if to wash away the guilt. She
soaped herself thoroughly, not pausing at her pussy too long for
fear of what might happen. When she felt clean she washed away
the lather and just as suddenly turned the shower off and stepped
out. She rubbed her body briskly with the towel until she felt as
if the blood were going to pour from her skin. Finally she felt
clean.
Since she had unpacked only halfway, there wasn't too much of
a selection from which to chose a dress. The only pair of panties
available were the sheer red ones she had vainly purchased when
she had gotten the black ones. She slid her body into the tight
brief panties and still felt nude, then not bothering with a slip
she merely pulled a light sun dress over her body. She fluffed at
her hair until she felt halfway presentable, then she noticed that
the red panties showed plainly through the thin material of the
white, dress. Well, he would just have to get use to it, she
decided, after all she was his daughter-in-law, and certainly he
wouldn't think any lewd thoughts at the way she dressed. Besides,
she rationalized, all her other clothing were waded and wrinkled
from the trip. She'd have to do the laundry before she would have
a choice of what to wear.
As she walked toward the kitchen she smelled the bacon frying
and, too, the beautiful aroma of coffee penetrated her nostrils.
She was hungry all of a sudden.
Quickly she breezed into the kitchen and said cheerfully,
"Good morning."
"Good morning yourself, but I'm afraid you're a little late.
It's afternoon. Almost two."
"Oh, I'm sorry . . . I, uh," Karen stammered, puzzled.
"Hey," his voice was cheerful and teasing, "I don't mind a
lazy daughter-in-law, especially one that's as cute as the one I
have." He grinned and his wide face was pleasant.
Karen eased herself into the chair he had pulled from the
table. "Sit and have some coffee while I finish the bacon. Then
I'll throw on a couple of eggs.
"Oh, please . . . I should be doing this."
"Hey," he said again, using his favorite expression. "You're
my guest today. Then we'll let you spoil me."
Karen studied him as she sipped at the hot coffee. He was
much bigger than Jerry, wider in the shoulders. His black hair
held only a wee bit of grey and the grey was in the right places.
Instead of giving him an elderly look, it made him appear maturely
handsome, she decided. There wasn't much of a paunch around his
middle either. Something just didn't fit. She had thought, since
he was in the hardware business, that he would be milky white and
chubby from being indoors.
He turned now and smiled at her. "Do I look all right to
you?"
She blushed.
"I don't bite and we are going to be friends." He put the
bacon on her plate and then turned to the stove to prepare the
eggs. In a while he was turning back with the eggs.
"Now eat. Later we'll go for a swim, then we'll talk."
That explained it, Karen thought. He's a swimmer. That's
why he's in such fine shape for his age.
"I love swimming," the father-in-law said. "In fact I go
everyday. I had this pool put in five years ago and I have really
enjoyed it. After my wife died from a heart attack, I decided
that I wasn't going to become a slave to my business the way she
was. I let Jerry run it until he went into the service. When he
left I hired a good manager. I spend only a few days a week
there. The rest of the time I enjoy life . . ." he paused as if
to let the words soak in. "'Course I'll have to watch that Jerry
doesn't get into the same rut his mother did. I might have to
teach him a few tricks."
Karen looked for a double meaning. Maybe the man could teach
his son a few tricks, at least a few that would help her out when
she was in bed with him. She blushed again as if the man sitting
across from her could read her thoughts.
They made small talk for at least another hour. Karen liked
the man. But she still couldn't bring herself to calling him
"Dad."
"Mr. Lind," she started to say.
"Hey," he cut her off, "let's get rid of this mister stuff.
I know you're stiff around me, and that's normal. Why don't you
just call me George. That's my real name, you know. Okay?"
She nodded timidly, "Okay, George." It seemed more
comfortable to her tongue. He was so at ease around her that she
found her self being drawn to him in a closeness that she had
never experienced before . . . not even with her mother. She
decided that she liked the man. He was so much different from his
son. Jerry, who at first had been cheerful and fun, was in the
past few days taken to brooding. He told her that he wanted to
get into the business and learn everything he had forgotten. Karen
knew it was just an excuse for him to stay away from her. He
didn't seem able to cope with his inadequacy to fulfill their
marriage vows.
Later Karen and her father-in-law went into the backyard and
sat on the patio overlooking the pool. Karen relaxed for a while,
then got up to stretch. She stood for a long time letting the sun
burn into her face, feeling it wash away her uneasiness and
tension.
She thought George had fallen asleep until he spoke.
"You have a beautiful body, Karen."
She turned quickly flustered. "How, what to you . . ." At
loss for words she could only sputter. Even as she searched for
something to say she felt the crimson flush creep up her body.
"Standing there like that, in the sun. With that thin dress
on, I could see everything you have, and it's beautiful." He
said, this quietly as if he meant it as a compliment and not as a
forward person would say it. It didn't seem to be lewd at all.
Yet Karen felt she should do something or say something.
As she stood there she realized he was still looking at her
outline. Quickly she returned to the shadow of the house.
"Did I embarrass you?" He was very solemn. "I'm sorry if I
did. I didn't mean it that way at all."
"I, uh, I . . ." She still couldn't bring herself to speak.
"Look, young lady," he raised himself to a sitting position
and patted to a spot on the lounge chair beside him. "Come here
and sit. I'm going to give you a brief lecture."
Karen looked at him to see if he was serious. He was, she
could tell. Meekly she walked over and took the offered seat.
She sat stiffly, waiting to see what he was up to. Maybe her
mother was right. Men could be brutal without even laying a hand
on a person.
"Have you ever been close to a person, Karen?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean have you ever been close enough so that you could say
or do anything you wanted to without ever worrying about the other
person's reactions? Now . . ." he paused, then continued, "that's
what a friend is. Have you ever had a close friend?"
Karen shook her head slowly even before she thought about it.
"No, I guess I haven't."
"You, young lady, and I are going to be friends. We're going
to have to trust each other if we're ever to make a man out of
your husband."
Karen looked at him abruptly, fear showing in her face. What
did he mean by that?
"Jerry talked to me about his problem."
Suddenly it dawned on Karen, exactly what the man was getting
at. Oh, for Heaven's sake, did her husband tell everything to his
father? Surely not. Oh, dear, she would never be able to face
anyone again. The thoughts kept running through her head. She
wanted to jump up and run, to hide, to get away.
"For a couple who plan to spend the rest of their lives
together, you two sure got off to a bad start."
"I . . . I don't care to discuss it," Karen said, fighting
back the tears that were welling up in her eyes. Why, oh, why did
Jerry have to discuss their problem with his father. It was just
too personal. They could have worked it out themselves. Damn him!
Damn him! she kept uttering the curse words over and over as if
that would help the bitterness and fright she felt.
He was speaking again, but Karen couldn't bring herself to
face him.
"You and I are going to be frank, my dear. We're going to
talk this out. And, be damned, if I have to teach you about sex
so you can teach my son, then I'll do just that." He reached out
and patted her on the leg.
His touch burned into Karen's flesh, sending ripples up
through her body. She jumped up and ran into the house, fearing
what the man might be getting at. Once in the house she stumbled
into her room and flung herself face down on the bed, letting the
sobs come.
She was left alone for about five minutes. The door opened
slowly and her father-in-law walked in. He walked across the room
silently and sat down.
When Karen felt the bedsprings creak she stiffened. Was he
going to rape her? She shuddered violently now.
George placed his hand on her back in a tender caress.
Slowly he rubbed the smooth thin dress that concealed her bare
braless back. As he rubbed, he talked.
"Karen, sex isn't dirty or something you have to keep hidden
in the closet. Hell, it's a natural urge. If you don't have the
urge, then something definitely is wrong. It's having the urge
and not being able to do something about it that we're getting to.
You're a normal woman, with natural urges, it's not dirty. It's
natural for you to have these urges. Now take Jerry. He has the
urges but something is holding him back. You're going to have to
learn to have patience with him so you can teach him. You're
going to have to give and not take. If you do this I can assure
you that in a few weeks your sex life is going to be beautiful
with Jerry."
Karen tried not to listen, but his words were mesmerizing to
her, and she felt her body relaxing. The steady tone of his voice,
his warm hand caressing her back . . . the words were beautiful
and were beginning to make sense to her, yet it was completely
different from anything she had ever experienced.
Now his hand brushed back the hair from her neck and
shoulders so that the mass of blonde hair cascaded across her head
and onto the pillow.
"You have such beautiful hair, my dear. Your skin, too. So
lovely, so soft, so easy to caress. I want you to relax
completely so you can listen to what I'm saying. I want to help
you, Karen. Help you so you can help Jerry. I love my son, and I
want to love you too, dear. So trust me."
She wanted to! God! She wanted to, but down deep her
mother's voice kept saying, "All men are brutal, all men . . ."
and Karen shivered.
"There, there, little one, relax," his smooth deep voice kept
saying. And she did just that.
His hand felt so comforting.
"I know how frustrating you must be feeling, Karen. You
expected the sex act to be grand and beautiful, but instead you
were left cold, stranded, unfulfilled. To love is to give. By
giving you receive so much more in return. Sex is good, so good."
Karen's body was completely at ease now, and she didn't even
tense when his hand moved from her back again to the bare side of
her neck. Slowly his hand caressed her there, moving all the way
around her neck, sending shivers of delight and pleasure
throughout her body.
"We're going to help your husband, my sweet. I'm going to
teach you all I know about love and lovemaking. I'll teach you
what to wear to entice him into the bedroom, and I'll teach you
some tricks that will bring out the best in him. If you gain some
experience then you can better understand his problem and
therefore you can help him."
George was caressing her bare shoulders now. With his other
hand he reached and unsnapped the metal button that kept the dress
together at the top of the zipper. Then slowly he started
unzipping the back of her dress.
Karen felt again in a dream world, it was as if she couldn't
separate reality from fantasy. It was wrong, she thought, that
her own father-in-law would be doing this to her, yet it felt so
good and he kept telling her it was all right. Maybe it was, she
didn't want to make up her mind either way. The wonderful feelings
she was experiencing at this moment were too sensational to
disturb.
When he had her unzipped all the way, George put his hand
against her bare skin and Karen almost jumped, the heat was so
strong. Slowly he caressed the smoothness of her white skin.
"We're going to have to get you tanned up, my sweet," his
wonderful smooth voice said to her. "I want you to buy the
skimpiest bathing suit we can find so you can tempt and tease and
get suntanned at the same time." His hand was moving downward
now, almost to the arch in her spine where the fullness of her
voluptuous buttocks spread upward.
Karen found herself holding her breath, afraid he was going
to fondle her ass and afraid he wasn't.
His hand did neither. Instead of moving on down to her
plumpness, it moved on over to the side of her, slowly and
caressingly. Each time it moved seismic waves of pure pleasure
raced through Karen's body. Even now, the moisture was beginning
to make appearances between her thighs.
Oh, it's so much better to have a man's hand rubbing my body
instead of my own. Will he keep on, she wondered. I hope he
does. I want him to. Oh God! I want him to. I do need a man's
love. I need sex! Then she became confused because she had said,
man's love and not, husband's love. Oh, it was all so confusing.
But George was so kind and patient. Jerry needed to learn from
his father. But then, George couldn't very well do these things
to his son. It was up to her, she realized. Yes, George can
teach me and I'll teach Jerry. Now with this decision behind her
she felt completely at ease. All she wanted now was for this
wonderful, wonderful man to continue his manipulation of her body.
She didn't want it ever to stop.
Chapter 3
Her thoughts were broken as George said, "I think, Karen,
that tomorrow you and I will go shopping. You need a complete new
wardrobe. Exciting underthings, garterbelts, high heels, flimsy
nighties, bikinis, the whole bit. Then we're going to teach you
to dress and to tease." His hand continued to caress the soft
skin on Karen's back and sides.
She didn't want him to stop talking nor to stop rubbing her
back. It was a new experience, one that made her feel needed,
excited and definitely passionate. So much so, she realized, that
the moisture from her unused pussy was seeping out onto the
bedding. She certainly couldn't roll over now. George would see
the wetness.
"Karen, you're beautiful. You're so young and exciting.
Jerry has to have something wrong psychologically not to be able
to keep it up around you."
"I don't know whether it's him or me, but something is wrong,
I just know it."
They talked a while longer about Jerry's problem as George
continued to caress her bare back.
"You like having your back rubbed, don't you?"
"Yes. It's . . . it's comforting." She couldn't tell him
exactly what it was doing to her, what it was causing her to do.
He was causing her to have all kinds of erotic feelings. She was
experiencing sensations that she had never experienced before. The
fact was she had never had a man touch her in any way. Oh, Jerry
had tried in his awkward attempts on their wedding night, but that
was different. They were both confused and bewildered about the
sex act.
Now George Lind moved around and lay on the bed beside Karen.
"Come over here into my arms," he said softly.
Karen rolled over on his arm. Now she was lying flat on her
back, her head resting on his arm. He moved his other hand over
to her flat stomach. "I think you are a wonderful person, Karen.
I already love you as I would my own daughter."
He moved his hand on her stomach lovingly and she squirmed
under the passionate sensation it was causing in her loins.
Her legs jumped abruptly as if a nerve was causing it. "Your
legs must be tired, the way they're jerking," George commented.
"They are jumpy," she agreed.
"Let me rub them for you." He reached with the hand that had
been on her stomach. Although, when it moved downward, it didn't
stop on top of her pubic mound, she felt it touch the forbidden
spot on its way lower. She had to hold herself in check to keep
from throwing her pelvis up toward his hand.
His hand touched her bare leg just above the knee, he
squeezed her muscles there, then started rubbing his hand up and
down the softness of her leg, slowly moving upward each time,
until she could feel her dress being pushed up as his hand
increased the path it was taking. When he came to within an inch
of her tingling pussy, he stopped. Now he merely concentrated his
movements on her thighs, between her legs, up and down. Over and
over he repeated the cycle. She kept hoping he would bring his
hand up to the heated love box, tingling now from excitement.
"Isn't it wrong for us to be doing this?" she asked.
"Doing what, my dear?" he asked lightly, giving her a
question for her question.
"You know, this . . . this caressing, this . . ."
"Do you like it?"
"Uh yes, I guess I do."
"Does it feel good?"
"Yes, it certainly does, I guess."
"Then why do you call it wrong?"
"I . . . uh, well . . . I've always been taught that it's
wrong for two people who are not married to become so familiar."
"You and I are going to become very familiar with one
another's body. It's the only way. The more familiar we are with
each other, the sooner we'll be able to help Jerry."
"Yes," she nodded her head, "I suppose so."
George continued rubbing and caressing. Karen, without
realizing what she was doing, moved her legs apart wider just in
case George did want to move his hand up to the wet spot that was
aching to be touched.
But George either didn't notice her movement of readiness, or
he chose to ignore it. He merely continued his manipulations of
the muscles and tender flesh of her thighs.
Finally she could stand it no longer, "Aren't you going to
touch me at all?"
He raised up on his elbow and kissed her on the cheek, "You
really want me to, don't you?"
"Yes," she said, brazenly. She was aghast at what she had
just admitted.
"I tell you what. I will touch you, but only so you'll
become familiar with me. I'm not going to go any further than
this, but I will touch you."
He moved away from her, getting to his knees and straddling
one of her legs. He took both hands and slowly slid them up her
thighs, so she could feel every inch of their journey up her soft
thighs. When he reached her panties, he moved on up until his
hands were at the top edge of the thin briefs. "Now raise up so I
can slide them down."
Karen did so immediately without second thought, then he was
sliding them down, off the fullness of her rear. When they had
cleared she realized he was gazing intently at her bare pussy. No
one, not even Jerry, had ever seen it for as long as she could
remember. No one had touched it, not even her mother.
George stared at the moist slit, then very tenderly he took
his finger and placed it at the top of the two lips, just where
they separated enough to house her tiny clitoris. He moved his
finger slowly downward until it was on the sensitive bud. At the
moment of contact Karen jumped as though a voltage of electricity
had suddenly surged through her.
"Oh!" she yelled out.
"You are sensitive there," he said. "You look wonderful.
Your pubic hair is ablaze with colors. I've never seen a more
beautiful sight. I'm telling you," now his voice held a
mesmerizing effect on her. "I've never seen anything so
beautiful." Now he moved one hand down under her, cupping her
voluptuous buttock. "Your body is warm and soft and alive. I
think, my sweet Karen, that you are all woman."
Like a creeping animal, George's other hand crept into
Karen's blonde pubic hair. She spread her thighs more, opening
herself for his exploration. George slid his finger down, finding
the same slit there that he had touched before. Carefully now he
cupped her sex mound, feeling the hot sweetness of it, the tissues
warm and soft under his fingers, the curving arch of her pubic
bone fitting into his palm. George pressed his whole hand down on
Karen's cunt, and felt the girl respond by pushing her hips
upward. Her pussy was hot and sticky, and George said to her,
"Karen, it's so alive with love. The juices are flowing so soft
and warm. You were just made for loving."
He worked his hand around so that he could slide one finger
between the tight lips, her pussy parted easy, and his finger
wormed its way inside her wet passageway.
Karen was so aroused that she started arching her pelvis
upward trying to pull more of his finger inside her.
Her ecstasy now, her lewd anticipation, was as great as it
ever had been before. She cared for nothing, nothing in the whole
world but the fulfillment of her obscene desire to be possessed
and violated by this man who was causing her so much lewd
excitement.
Her mind whirled in her confusion as the forbidden sparks of
joy darted through her body. Even now, finding it hard to believe
it was really happening, she realized that to fight her building
passion would be futile. Surely that was what her father-in-law
was trying to get her to do. Then, too, she thought he had meant
it when he said if it feels good, then it is good.
Eagerly, she bent her legs more, widening the gap at her
crotch, causing the tip of George's finger to slide along the
slippery folds of the inner lips and pause at the entrance.
She gasped in quick breaths of air, as if working up the
courage for him to go ahead and let his finger fill her body.
The effect was devastating to her desire. The blunt finger
slid tightly past the opening of her cunt and caused moisture to
trickle out around it and run down her thighs, as if it had
punctured a ripe fruit.
Then the sucking motion began, and she could feel the finger
jerking and pushing as her pussy eagerly swallowed the small
offering it had received, and was begging for more.
George pushed farther and his finger popped inside Karen.
Her clitoral knob pulsed outward, seeking contact with something,
and she felt a burst of sensation warm her inner thighs as her
body accommodated the hot finger. She groaned and rocked back and
forth, fearing she would not get the satisfaction she needed so
desperately.
"Oh, George," she panted, "I'm so ashamed."
"Don't be," he urged. "It's all right. You need relief.
And I'll see that you get it. So, keep on enjoy this, take full
advantage of it. I want to help you."
Karen felt happy with what he was saying. He was so real and
not a part of her previous fantasy. He was doing what he was
doing. He was giving her the fingering of her life. She had
never felt a man's finger before, let alone a man's prick. If a
prick felt only half as good as this finger, then . . . oh, she
shivered violently.
His finger slid in and out, rippling farther back toward her
womb each time in searing waves of delight. She could feel her
belly quivering as she swallowed the length of his finger. How
could a finger reach so far into her, she questioned, but her
pussy only hungered for more.
She tried to keep her hips still, but they weaved back and
forth in screwing motions in an attempt to pull that finger all
the way into her and make her squeeze down hard all around it and
climax.
At last the teasing came to an end. She couldn't hold back
any longer. Her emotions were at their highest pitch, and she was
afraid she would come here with him probing into her, and she was
afraid she wouldn't. He said he wanted her to. She knew this,
but still it was so much different with him sitting here, doing
these things to her cunt.
Karen felt her face go hot and her emotions swirl. She
couldn't recall being so aroused in her life as she was at this
moment. Yet she knew that this was only the beginning. George
said he would teach her many things.
Karen raised slightly. She looked down the curving length of
her torso at the stretched mouth of her cunt. She couldn't see it
clearly but she could see George's finger as it worked in and out
of the moist channel.
She wanted the stabbing finger to continue forever. Her
heart pounded wildly and she knew she was experiencing the
greatest thrill she would ever know. "Oh my God!" Karen moaned in
a whisper as George continued to pump his narrow finger into her.
"Ooooohhhhhh!"
Karen knew only the wonderful floating feeling. Her breathing
was faster, and when she realized this she also noted George's
breath was rapid as if he too was building himself up to a peak on
the same level she was now. His finger seemed to grow longer and
bigger by the moment, and it was thrusting into her so fast and so
far she almost imagined it hitting a dead end inside her. This
didn't frighten her - it merely served to make her more
passionate. She was already so hot she could hardly breathe.
Each time his finger stabbed into her, it caused her to have
sudden moments of sweet weakness, losing all track of time.
"Oh . . . my God!" she moaned in a soft whisper over and over
again. "So good. So . . . good!"
Karen spread her legs even wider, and George instantly
recognized this as an opportunity to help her more. He drove his
finger deeper, causing her to cry out half in pain and half in
ecstasy. His finger felt as if it must be at least ten inches
long, with the middle part more than two inches in diameter, but
it really wasn't, Karen knew. The ruthless, quick, darting,
savagely stabbing way he used it only made it seem so. But she
let her fantasy build it up to large proportions. It felt better
this way.
Now every nerve in Karen's body seemed to tingle and burn as
George quickened and intensified his thrusts, spearing in and out
of the obscenely skewered orifice with all the force he could
muster, as the juices poured freely over the sensitive membranes.
Karen felt the warm vaginal moisture seeping down her wide open
cunt onto her straining buttocks, felt reality slipping from her
grasp, her consciousness heightening as if in surreal vision as
the first vague warnings of the oncoming storm or her big orgasm
appeared. She moaned ecstatically, beyond all thought and reason
now, conscious of nothing but the primeval, dreamlike lust that
permeated every wicked cell of her thrashing body. And in her
consuming gratitude, she turned her face upward, craning her neck
toward George.
He bent quickly and kissed her briefly.
Karen was too obsessed with her own building climax to notice
that it was just a fatherly kiss.
Now Karen stiffened and started groaning, spasming
uncontrollably, then she screamed out through clenched teeth, "Oh!
Oh! It's happening. Oh my God, it's happening!"
She shouted out at the room now in utter confusion at her
consuming madness, feeling her orgasm begin even as she said the
words aloud. It came sweeping like fire up from her ankles and
down from the pineal gland in the back of her head. It was
lightning striking the two buds of nipple that peaked her breasts,
and her body was the ground, absorbing all the devastating and
destructive current of an angry universe. It raged through her
loins and rectum, finding momentarily brilliant focus in the lewd
fingerfucking that continued to her cervix, to the most basic
limits of human decency. It was a devastating, resounding thing,
a blast of deafening music that went on and on in her ears and
only faded gradually with the exhausted collapse of her buttocks
crushing back down into the now obscenely soiled sheet on which
she'd lain.
The grayness she first experienced was replaced by a warm
golden color that spread over her mind and her body. She could
feel herself sinking deeper and deeper, her head spinning and some
where in the background, sounding so hollow and so far away, a
voice kept saying over and over, "You're beautiful, Karen, you're
so beautiful."
The chant of the voice, her spinning head, and her utter
fantastic emotion journey left Karen completely exhausted and she
fell asleep at once.
When she awakened hours later, she was lying completely nude
under the thin sheet. Suddenly she stiffened and remembered, "Oh
my God, how will I ever face him again." Shame flooded through
her full body, and she realized too that when her father-in-law
had been massaging her on the bed, she still had her dress on.
Her panties too, even though they were pulled down. Her father-
in-law had undressed her while she slept. What in the world was
he up to? She wondered about this. He hadn't tried to seduce
her, to penetrate her or anything else. He'd only done what she
really wanted him to do. Then she realized that she had led him
on, she had wanted him. She would have let him mount her and to
put his . . . his man-thing inside her. She realized this and
blushed again. God, what had gotten into her.
What would Jerry think if he caught her? To tell the truth,
she decided he probably wouldn't know what was going on anyway.
He seemed to be so frightened of a nude woman or sex or anything.
She wished she could understand him.
George seemed to think he did understand, and he had promised
to help her, so she could in turn help Jerry.
She would just have to wait and see.
Right now she felt like she had to have a shower, to wash
away the shame covering her body. Inside she scrubbed and
scrubbed for the second time. It was almost dark out and she
wondered when Jerry would come home. Then too she wondered how
she would face her father-in-law.
After she had felt half clean at least, she toweled and
dressed. This time she put on an almost masculine outfit. Pants,
blouse, and a jacket. She was afraid of what her father-in-law
might do, but as she opened the door to walk to the livingroom,
she suddenly realized that she was mostly afraid of what she might
do if she felt the need for sex again.
When she walked toward the livingroom she smelled food
cooking in the kitchen.
Her father-in-law was preparing dinner. She decided she must
help him.
"Hi," he said cheerfully when she walked in. "Get a good
sleep?"
"I guess so," she answered, not able to look him in the eyes.
"Come here," he ordered, holding out his arms. "I do care for
you."
Karen walked to him and buried herself in his arms. They did
feel good to her, so comforting.
"Baby, baby," he cooed. "Don't you be tight. Don't feel
embarrassed or anything like that. What we did was good and
wonderful. We're only on the verge of what will be going on
later. After a few more days of us getting acquainted we'll go on
a shopping spree that will end all shopping sprees. I'm going to
buy you some mighty interesting wedding presents."
"George, George?" her voice was questioning.
"Yes, my love, it will all be all right, just you wait and
see. Now," he pulled away and held her at arm's length, "let's
you and I finish up this big dinner for your starving husband.
Then we'll have a stiff drink. Okay?"
"Okay."
When dinner was on the table, Jerry came in. He talked
constantly about what had happened that day. Not once did he ask
Karen or his father how their day went. He spent all the time
telling them how his went. He didn't even slow down when they
were relaxing around the fireplace after dinner.
Even when they moved on to the bedroom, he talked. While
Karen was changing into her nighty, he stayed inside the bathroom
with the door closed, but she could still hear his talking through
the closed door.
When they were in bed with the lights out, he was still
talking. It was then that Karen reached over and touched him on
the stomach.
"Don't do that," he interrupted his tale about some new
changes he was going to make at the store. "I've had a busy day
and I need my rest."
Karen rolled over on her side with her back toward him. She
didn't remember going to sleep but she felt as though she still
heard his constant chatter as she slept.
Chapter 4
George kept the two of them busy for the next day. Karen
enjoyed riding around with him . . . the long walks and the
serious talks.
When he suggested they go horseback riding, Karen was elated.
She had always loved to ride but she had just never had the
chance. She had gone with a group of girls once and the memory of
it was a good one.
Karen didn't have any riding apparel so she wore some jeans
and a loose-fitting shirt that George handed to her. He surveyed
her, and said, "Let me get the scissors. I want to see your
legs."
With the scissors he cut the jeans legs . . . not quite to
her crotch but close enough. Then he unraveled some of the cut so
that the jeans seemed to have the legs torn out rather than cut
out.
"I think you look mighty exciting now, Karen," George said
when he surveyed his handiwork. "A woman should always look
exciting. Always."
Karen knew he meant it, and she did feel exciting. The cut-
off jeans almost revealed her pubic hair, but yet it didn't. The
man's shirt hung loose, yet the nipples of her tits showed their
outline in the material. She felt the material rubbing her
nipples when she moved, and this only added to her excitement.
"I have a small place out in the country," George was saying.
"I keep a couple of horses there and some stock."
"Who takes care of them," Karen asked.
"I have a high school student, a boy who loves animals. He
takes care of them after school. Usually he sleeps out there on
the weekends, in the tack room."
When they reached the small farm, George parked and said,
"Let's go into the tack room and get the saddles."
Karen followed him inside the dim room. "Does it ever get
lonesome out here for the boy?"
"I doubt it. He loves animals, too."
"I might get lonesome if I was here all alone," Karen said.
"I would never let you get lonesome," George said. He turned
to her and took her by the shoulders. For a moment he looked deep
into her eyes. Karen knew he could see the need there. Now
George pulled her to him. For just a moment Karen stiffened, then
she relaxed.
He hugged her to him and again she stiffened, uncertain about
her feelings. She needed him, but would he only tease her, or
would he see it through.
George started caressing her back, and his touch felt good to
her. She wished he would put his hands under the shirt and touch
her bare back. Instead George pulled her tighter to his body.
Karen's uncertainty gave way to hot eagerness as chills raced
along her spine. She gave a deep gasp and thrust her body to his
and tightened her own grip on him. Eyes closed, she tilted her
face up for his kiss. His lips covered hers and pressed. Karen
liked the moist warm feel of them, her breath on his cheeks was a
series of irregular hot puffs. She lost herself in the utter lust
of the moment and touched his mouth with the tip of her tongue.
His body tensed convulsively, his arms crushing the breath from
her lungs, and his tongue, hard and insistent, drove between her
parted lips and past her teeth.
Shivers raced through Karen's body. She gulped. Placing one
hand on the back of George's neck, she let her fingertips rub the
stiff hair while her other hand clutched at the firm muscles on
his back. His grip lifted her until her toes left the floor and
her body arched to fit the bend in his warm soft flesh clasped to
hot, strong angles. The bulge of his hard-on pressed brutally
into the smoothness of her lower abdomen, and Karen let her mound
ride against the base of the heavy cylinder.
Raising one foot behind her, her thighs grinding on his,
Karen pushed her small pussy into him, grinding it.
She felt George's hand reaching around her to the zipper on
the jeans. He brought the small metal fastener downward.
Karen twisted but she was helpless in the iron of his grasp,
somehow this excited her and made things seem better. She felt
goose pimples rising on her arms as she felt the fiery waves of
excitement caused when she felt him loosening the waist band of
her jeans. The cutoffs slipped to the bulges of her hips and
rested there.
Now George's tongue filled her mouth. Its tip blocked the
arch of her throat and its sides lay between her teeth. Karen
felt his fingers inside the settling cutoffs, working them
downward onto her thighs. Her hips jerked desperately, she didn't
know why she was fighting him when it felt so good, but she had to
fight some or it would all be all too wanton and wicked.
His unyielding grip robbed her of any way to prevent the
disastrous movement of the garment.
She shivered excitedly as his fingers pushed down across the
tissue-thin fabric of her panties and onto the bare flesh of her
upper thigh. Past her rounded asscheeks, her jeans fell of their
own weight. She groaned. She felt torn between her sex hunger
that flooded her being, and the fact that she was still
remembering the things her mother had said . . . that it was wrong
to enjoy her natural sexual drives . . . evil!
Now George lowered her to the floor and turned her. She lay
back on his arm, her side against him and her front exposed to his
caress. He rubbed his palm on the front of her panties and
flattened the springy bulge her pubic hair produced. She
trembled, her mouth covered by the continued pressure of his kiss.
George slid his hand upward and her shirt rode ahead of it, and
she felt the fiery thrills darting through her belly.
Karen let her fingers tighten convulsively on the back of
George's neck as she felt his broad palm cup her breast. She
writhed, feeling helpless, as he kneaded the sensitive globe.
She moaned, "Oh, George, I don't know . . . I don't know
whether . . ."
"Does it feel good?"
"Yessss. Oh yesssss, you know it does."
"Then don't fight it."
Karen shivered. She didn't really want to fight it, yet she
felt she should. She had been taught that it was wrong during her
young teenaged days at home with her mother. Then her problem
with Jerry. Yes, she should fight it, but she didn't want to. If
George took her completely, if this time he continued, then maybe
he would think she was a little bitch in heat. Karen sighed
deeply and shivered with passion.
She sensed that they were moving, but the more immediate
sensations produced by his caresses were too urgent to permit more
than a fleeting concern. She felt hard, rounded surfaces at her
back and George was bent over her. He pressed her against full
sacks of grain. Her ass rested against rough burlap, and she felt
the coarse twine that closed the mouth of the top sack rubbing
harshly at the small of her back.
Her feet were widely parted for support. Her knees were
flexed and Karen felt her hips undulate, as if they had a mind of
their own. Now they twisted violently in response to the
excitement George was giving her.
He released her mouth and thrust his wet lips into the hollow
of her throat. Arching backward, Karen let the back of her head
rest on the sack and stared at the crude rafters of the shed.
Aware that he had stopped massaging her breast through the
stiffness of her bra cup, she felt a moment's resentment at the
assurance with which he was treating her. He had withdrawn his
burning hand from her full tit and was calmly and skillfully
unfastening the buttons of her shirt.
"Wonder why a man-style shirt makes a woman look so damned
sexy?" he muttered. "Really does something to me."
Shaken and stinging from resentment to renewed eagerness for
this man who excited her so, Karen sucked in a deep breath. "Not
like what you're doing to me though," she exclaimed hoarsely,
"Guess I've been taught all the wrong things," she admitted.
George smiled. "I'm glad you're beginning to realize it."
The shirt fell open, and he pushed it off her shoulders. Now he
slipped his hand behind her and fumbled with her bra catch.
"Oh no!" she whimpered. "I'm not ready. George! George!
Please!"
The heavy elastic relaxed. George pulled her erect and
worked her shirt off her arms, then the bra. He backed a step
away, holding her against the stacked feed and studied her half-
naked form from arm's length. She shivered and felt her nipples
harden and grow taut with excitement.
"Ooooohhhhhhh!" she whispered again with a tremulous sigh.
"What a fine sight you are," George said. "Your tits are
pretty, so full and so lovable, so inviting. My son is indeed
psycho."
Karen said, her voice teasing, "Don't look at me so hungry
like." She giggled. "It gives me shivers."
George moved close and pressed her backward over the bulging
sacks. He fingered the velvety skin of her voluptuous breasts,
stroking the swelling surfaces and drawing his fingertips over the
puckered sides of her small nipples.
"Oooooohhhh, George!" she sighed.
"Doesn't it feel good? How can something that feels this
good be wrong? Relax, enjoy yourself. There's too much hurt in
the world already. We should take advantage of all the pleasure
we can find."
"You sound so hedonistic!"
"I am one . . . confirmed too."
George let his knees slide between her parted thighs and his
hard muscular thigh ground onto her small cunt. Belatedly, she
tried to clamp her knees together, the movement merely clamping
her thighs on his. A powerful surge of excitement made her thighs
press harder, and she clutched at his forearms with a fierce grip.
Her hips undulated to rub her pussy on the harshness of his jeans-
covered thigh. She could hardly control her excitement.
"Oh, George. Wow. Oh my! Oh it does feel so good. I can't
. . . uh . . . oh, it just feels so good though."
He bent to touch her nipple with his lips, his hand stroking
downward to her taut quivering belly. As he took the nipple
between his lips and teased it with his tongue, Karen felt his hot
breath. She ran her fingers into his graying hair. Thick and
wavy, the hair felt alive to her. She groped at his scalp and
puffed erratically, torn by savage waves of desire. She was only
dimly aware of his hand as it caressed, withdrew, and caressed
again. Her arched position thrust her cunt firmly onto the ridge
of his thigh and forced her belly outward. She rode his leg with
her own thighs clamped tightly, the movement of her hips producing
continuous friction at her cunt and on the inner surfaces of her
long legs.
She wallowed in a chaos of sensation. Her upper back
scrubbed the coarse surface of the feed sack. One breast was
buried in the deep shadow of George's head; the other gleamed
softly in the light coming through the dirty window of the shed.
Her belly was taut and rounded, its muscles twisting under her
skin as her hips continued to jerk. Her panties, emphasizing the
rounded mound of her pubis, wrinkled where her crotch surged on
George's thigh. Her own thighs trembled, and her knees worked
restlessly.
"Ooooohhhhhh!" she moaned distractedly.
George plunged his hand inside the waistband of her panties
and his fingers drove through the sparseness of her pubic hair.
As his fingertips pressed into the flesh of her pussy, fierce
waves of pleasure washed over her. She squirmed with delight and
let go of his arms to grope at his body. One hand encountered hard
hot flesh. A mighty surge of excitement jolted her as she
realized he had opened his jeans and let his cock hand free.
"Oh my God!" she exclaimed in shaky tones. Her fingers closed
involuntarily on a swollen, pulsing shaft and the pad of her thumb
rubbed the slick wetness at the tip of his cockhead. She pressed
the pulpy knob tightly against her belly, shivering at the
sensation of moisture and heat and the sudden scent of sex.
He was going all the way this time! She had made up her mind
to this.
George straightened, releasing his grip on her tit and
panting lightly, said, "Christ, you've got a gentle touch!" His
own fingers drove between her thighs and crotch, burying
themselves in the throbbing moistened folds of her tight cunt
lips.
She rose on the tips of her toes and pressed her ass back to
the sacks. Fiery tendrils of delight stabbed inward from the
depressed tissues and she groaned with desire as his fingertips
slipped in the thickening wetness of her pussy. He began to rub
the side of her clitoris.
"You'll like this very much," he soothed. "It's the best
part of all."
"Eeeeeeee!" she slammed her ass against the sack and jerked
her hips violently from side to side. Frantic with the sudden rush
of sensation, she struggled to get her thighs together, only to
realize his knee still wedged them apart, causing her to be wide
open to him.
She gasped. "Oh, George! God! Please! Please!"
"Do you mean 'please' stop or 'please' go ahead?" he teased,
knowing what was going on inside her head.
Instead of waiting for an answer, he continued making love to
Karen. With quick, sure movements, he pulled his hand free and
seized the top of her panties. He rolled the elastic down over
her ass to expose the light-brown sparse thatch of pubic hair.
She caught her lip between her teeth and smothered a sob of
excitement, her chin pressed to her upper chest. George's cock
was hot and wet in her hand, and she squeezed fiercely in the
turmoil of emotion that engulfed her.
She had really never felt a man's cock before. She had tried
to take Jerry's in her hand to coax it back to hardness that would
help satisfy her need, but he had pulled it away.
Now this. It was so big, so much more than Jerry's and
bigger than any in the human anatomy books she had studied. Ever
since her father-in-law had started teaching her about sex she had
wanted to see what it would look like, but she had been hesitant
to ask him to let her feel it. Now that she was doing so it
seemed so natural for her to be holding it tenderly, to feel it
throbbing with life and excitement against the tight fist of her
hand.
When George started to squat, he pulled the panties down her
bare legs. Karen let go of his cock reluctantly as he pulled
downward. Her nails bit into his shoulders and she gazed down at
herself in morbid fascination. For the first time, she was able
to see George's hard cock. Shadowed, the fat cylinder gleamed
when his movements brought it briefly into the sun's rays
streaming through the window. His cockhead bulged darkly and his
paler shaft showed dark swollen veins. She stepped out of the
panties without protest with a tingling sense of finality.
Surrendering the garment without protest was her ultimate
commitment to the source she had chosen for release. He would
fuck her this time!
George rose to his feet and ran his hands slowly down the
smooth side of Karen's rib cage, and then on downward over her
hips. She trembled, her gaze fixed on his eyes. As if in a
trance, she knew what to do next. She began mechanically
unbuttoning his shirt. When she had finished, she unfastened his
belt buckle and the waist of his trousers, going to her knees to
work the faded material off the thighs they hugged so tightly.
She felt a moan escape her lips as she worked.
George stood, trying to hold onto his balance as Karen's
tender body worked on his clothing.
His cock stood erect before her face, pulsing and so swollen
it seemed to Karen that it must be ready to burst. Beneath it his
scrotum was a leathery, hair-covered, irregular globe, his balls
drawn up into his crotch. While she struggled with the stubborn
jeans, she rested her cheek against the moist shaft of his cock
and let his wiry, pubic hair tickle her skin. George started to
twist out of his shirt and his movement rubbed his cock in her
face. She shuddered, self-conscious in her abject-appearing
posture.
George chuckled. "How the hell you gonna get those things
off over my boots?"
She felt her face flush and gave silent thanks for the poor
light. George turned to rest his butt against the stacked feed.
He bent and pulled his pants up, then helped her get the boots
off. She managed his heavy socks herself, feeling a new warmth at
the faint sweaty odor, and grinned at the way George wiggled his
toes. With a sigh of satisfaction, she tugged his jeans down
again and held them while he drew one foot free and then the
other. She pressed her cheeks again to his cock, daring herself
and reveling in the commission of the act, then she rose to her
feet.
"There," she said triumphantly.
George pulled her to him. She lay against his body while the
thrill of flesh on flesh seeped through her. His body hair was
stiff and unyielding, unlike her own, and it jabbed at her from
breasts to knees. Karen squirmed, intent on fanning the flame of
her excitement and suppressing the recurrent twinge of conscience
that continued to goad her. George's hands wandered over her back
and fondled her asscheeks. The touch sent shivers of pleasure
racing over her and aroused responsive writhings of her belly
muscles, grinding on his slippery wet cock.
"Oh, George," she sighed, "it feels so good, so wonderful.
You make it all, all right."
"It is all right, sweetheart. Now see how you're reacting?
This is the way a woman is supposed to react to sex. I'm reacting
as a man should. We'll go along like this for a while yet, I want
to really build you up so you can see how passionate you can
really become."
She smiled softly, hope he doesn't build me up so far he
causes me to have an orgasm before he pushes that big pole in me.
He pulled at her and swung her up into his arms. "Let's put
you astride one of these saddles."
Before she could object, he deposited her astride one of the
English saddles. She squealed at the chill of the leather on her
bare buttock and clamped her knees on the shaped sides of the
saddle.
"Oh for goodness sake, George!"
"Just you wait," he said. "You'll see what I have in mind
and you won't regret this a bit, I guarantee you."
George dropped to his knees, reached under the saddle and
grasped her far ankle. Leaning on her knee and holding the other
leg, he thrust his free hand upward to touch her bare cunt through
the gaping opening in the center of the seat. Karen gasped and
grabbed at the saddle horn as her sudden twist threatened her
balance.
"Omigod!" she exclaimed. "Don't. Doooooonnnnnn't!"
George ignored her protest. He fingered the wet flesh of her
cunt while she shivered with thrills. Her thighs worked vigorously
against the warming leather, and she jerked her shoulders from
side to side with excitement. His fingers slipped back and forth
in the sticky wetness of her slit and jabbed repeatedly at her
cuntmouth while she fiercely clamped her knees on the saddle to
hold on.
"No . . . fair . . ." she puffed helplessly. "I can't . . .
do anything to defend . . . myself! Don't! It's not fair! Oh,
George, it's not fair at all."
"But you like it and you don't want me to stop. Right?" he
questioned, teasing.
"I, uh, I, uh . . ." she stammered.
He laughed contentedly. "I thought so. You don't want me to
stop," he repeated. "Not really. Right?"
"Oh for Christ sake. Shit!" she finally spit out. "Shit!
Shit! Shit!"
George roared with laughter now. "That's not really the
response I wanted, but I guess it will do." He continued
chuckling at her demise.
Now he fingered her clitoris vigorously and Karen thrashed
about on the saddle and jerked futilely against his grip on her
ankles. She felt his fingers settle on her mound and the tip of
his thumb at her cuntmouth. His caresses stopped. There was only
the unceasing pressure of his hand on her pussy. Giddy with
pleasure, Karen ground her hips and rubbed her cunt on the gently
pushing rough thumb.
"Oh, George, I've never really done it before. It feels so
good, but I, uh, I'm so confused. So confused."
"Don't be confused, sweetheart. So you've never really been
fucked before. Don't let this bother you. I'll show you how
great it can be."
"Are you going to . . . uh, fuck me, George?"
"We'll see, darling."
He slipped her foot into the stirrup and released her ankle.
Pleased with the sense of leverage, she awkwardly searched for the
other stirrup, and he eased the pressure of his body against her
knee while she worked her other foot into its stirrup. She let her
weight settle more comfortably and was totally unprepared when
George thrust his thumb into her moist, hot pussy canal.
"Ohhhhhh. Eeeeeee," she shrieked, more from the suddenness
of it than anything else.
He drove his thumb inward to the knuckle and tightened his
fingers on her mound. Karen jerked her hips vigorously, clinging
to the horn and pushing at the stirrups with the balls of her
feet.
"Good God!" she muttered sharply. "Oh, George, it feels so
strange!"
"But good . . ." he added for her.
She clenched her teeth and abandoned herself to the savage
pleasure she was feeling.
George groped with his free hand until he could grasp one of
her swaying breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh and toyed with her
nipple, then let go and placed his arm around her waist. She
moaned softly, feeling her excitement rise toward the level of
orgasm and postponing the certainty of substituting his cock for
his thumb. She had never come with a man's cock buried within
her, but she had dreamed of it. Oh God, how she had dreamed of
it. She knew George's cock would increase and fulfill the
pleasure she felt and yearned for so desperately.
George kissed her thigh and nibbled at the sensitive flesh of
her hip, making her squirm with redoubled effort. She felt the
knot of her excitement hardening in her belly and warned him.
"Ohhhhh! Wait! Please wait! I'm so close to an orgasm, and
I want to feel you in me!
George stiffened slightly.
"Is something the matter?" Karen asked.
"Hey," he poked at her playfully with his closed hand. "I
think we've carried this far enough for this time." He paused
then said, "I wanted you to see how hot you could really get if we
were away from the house and all."
She stared at him, disbelief showing in her face. "You were
only playing a game, all the time . . . you never intended to go
through with it . . . you . . . oh shit! George! Damn you, damn,
damn you!" she spit out.
"You have a temper, too, I see," he said pleasantly.
Without another word Karen grabbed up her clothes and nude
stomped out of the tack room toward the bigger barn. George
dressed and followed her.
She was standing on top of a ladder looking into the loft
when he came into the barn, she looked toward him and lost her
balance. George rushed to the ladder to steady it. He noticed
that she had put the shirt back on but she was wearing nothing
under it.
Karen knew he was staring up at her bare bottom. She would
show him what he was missing, then she lost her balance and as she
started to fall, George grabbed at her and caught her before she
was all the way down the ladder. Karen fell against him, twisting
as she did so that her arms were around his shoulders.
He was holding her securely, one hand around her legs and one
around her waist as he gently lowered her down to the ground.
Karen panted loudly, as George deposited her lightly on the soft
hay floor.
"Are you all right?" he asked, kneeling before her with a
look of genuine concern showing in his eyes. "Are you all right?"
he asked again.
She nodded.
He reached out and pressed his hands against her ankles, and
Karen noticed that his fingers were trembling.
"That feels good," she whispered, leaning back even more,
opening her legs slightly until George had no trouble making out
the shape and configuration of what was barely hidden between her
spread-eagled thighs. "Your hands are so firm, and, uh, feel so
good."
His fingers began to work on her ankle, massaging it, as his
chest rose and fell violently. His face was flushed and Karen
knew what was causing it. She knew he had been worked up almost to
the point of no return a few minutes before. Well, she would show
him.
As George felt her smooth skin under his fingers, as he
caressed her ankles, moving on upward, rubbing slightly higher,
Karen knew he was feeling pleasure from what he was doing, as she
was feeling it in her cunt. She wiggled and squirmed ever so
slightly, as the walls of her pussy dampened with the growing heat
and ardor of her lust.
Karen started moaning softly with what she tried to make
sound like genuine cries of pain as George continued his massaging
of her ankles.
"A little higher I think," she said, hoping he would keep it
up.
George was barely able to control his growing excitement as
his hands moved higher, up along Karen's calf, fondling and
kneading her flesh as she tried wiggling toward him.
Karen liked what he was doing to her, and she hoped her plan
would work. If she could get him worked up again, or get him to
try working her up again, then . . . well, this time, she decided,
she would be expecting him not to back out. She would see to it
that he didn't.
She glanced down at his crotch as he knelt before her,
resting his weight on the backs of his heels. And sure enough she
was pleased to see that the rounded bulge of his cock had
definitely gotten larger. The swell seemed disproportionate, too
pronounced to be taken lightly. She knew he was still aroused
from what had taken place in the tack room and now she was adding
to it.
His cock tented up the front of his jeans as Karen detected a
slight movement behind the fly. It was getting to him! She felt a
sense of accomplishment seep through her body. Now she had to
keep it up. The warmth of his hands on her legs increased, and
she pushed her backside up off the floor, unable to stop herself,
not wanting to mask her growing pleasure and pure delight.
Just the way his hands moved, how they were now openly
caressing her calf, excited her incredibly. She kept staring at
the outline of his cock and then fell back against the softness of
the hay, closing her eyes, waiting for him to take her, to ravish
her, just the way she had imagined he would.
"Karen," he started to ask something, looking at her as she
reclined on the floor of the barn.
But she didn't answer him. She didn't want anything to
interrupt her feelings. She waited, holding her breath, until
finally it happened. From her calf he moved his fingers lightly
up her leg, past the bony crown of one shapely knee. And then he
was gently brushing his hands against her thighs, and she
whimpered softly, egging him on, almost begging to be taken and
used in any manner he saw fit.
George acted as if he could not control himself any longer in
what he was doing to her, and to himself.
"You really look appealing," he told her. "Your firm pear-
shaped breasts poking forward, your nipples distended and pressing
tautly against the front of your shirt. I'm telling you, Karen, a
man would be a fool not to be excited by you." And when he
glanced up, he could see the barest hint of her pubic mound, lying
there, just waiting for him to use in any manner he desired. His
fingers stole on up her firm thighs, and she kept murmuring
softly, refusing to open her eyes.
She felt his hands openly caressing her, no longer acting
diffident, grazing the insides of her thighs and gently raising up
the long shirt until she felt it being pulled around her waist.
And then George moaned hotly and gasped, causing her to open her
eyes.
Karen saw him openly ogling her naked pussy, the tip of his
tongue slipping out of his parted lips, moistening his mouth as
his fingers trembled and then, he mumbled something under his
breath and, pressed his hand flat against her naked quivering hot
and hungry cunt.
"George!" she squealed aloud, "It feels so nice. Oh yes, do
it, do it some more," she pleased. "I like your hands on me. It
makes me feel so needed."
"Like this?"
"Yes," she repeated, realizing that it was much nicer than
what he had been doing in the tack room. She liked this slow
tease, the way he was building her up slowly, like a young boy on
his first date. He would continue on this time, she just knew it,
she wouldn't have to goad him on either. She just felt this way
for some unexplained reason, yes, she knew he would fuck her soon.
Just the way his palm pushed down against her hairy gash made
her cunt juice gush down, moistening her tract. Her hips were
pulsating and she arched her back, pushing her box flat against
his hand until there was no hiding her lust . . . her lewd, hungry
lust.
George couldn't stop himself anyway, now that he was touching
her twat again, staring at her quivering box with a gleam in his
eyes. He rubbed his palm over the swollen mound, feeling the way
her cunt hairs stuck to his palm, already glistening wet with her
sap. Karen opened her legs even wider, goading him on as the thin
outer lapels of flesh parted slightly, revealing the hidden
mysteries of her tight young vagina.
They would not be mysteries for long, she was sure.
"Oh, George, keep teasing it. Please!"
The plaintive tone of her voice affected him and he reached
down with both hands, gently spreading apart the narrow outer lips
to reveal her clitoris poking forward from the top of her vulva.
The little pea-shaped morsel of flesh wiggled its enticements, and
George's cock began to swell heatedly inside his jeans, which
Karen was well aware of.
Throwing all caution to the winds, he suddenly groaned loudly
and flung himself down between her legs, smashing his mouth
against her quivering and juicy box. Karen arched her pubis,
pushed it outward toward him and clasped at the floor, almost
screaming out with delicious joy.
She felt his tongue swooping out, driving right inside and
curling around her clitoris. It was long and wet and raspy, and
she began to moan with growing pleasure as he licked and tongued
her moist and slippery vagina. A few months earlier she would
have thought of this as a dirty, unspeakable sexual act. She
would have been completely nauseated just by the thought of it.
Now, here she was enjoying it and begging for more.
"Yes, more, do it more," she kept repeating, looking down
between her legs as George panted and tongued her with short,
lapping strokes, muzzling her box with his face. She felt his
spittle come drooling out of his mouth, mingling with her own hot
juices.
The heat of her passionate lust was building up, far quicker
than when she had built up before, even when she had masturbated.
It was growing uncontrollably, and she kept pushing toward him as
he scaled the walls of her snatch and sponged them down, his
tongue pistoning in and out like a small but masterful penis.
"Oh great God!" she squealed.
Karen had never imagined how nice it could feel. She had
never thought a man's tongue could work so frantically or feel so
wonderful. Just the way George's head bobbed up and down, the way
he moaned and shook against her, excited her beyond belief. She
reached out then and touched his greying, sweat-wet hair, pushing
his face deeper and harder against her trembling heated muff.
"George! George!" she groaned.
He was gobbling her up, literally and figuratively, chewing
delicately on the tiny pulpy bud of her clitoris until she
couldn't see straight. And as he probed deeper, keeping her cunt
lips wide open with his feverish hands, she knew that she couldn't
stop herself or stop him either. He must not stop! Not like he
did before. She knew she would just die if he did.
As he probed deeper, keeping up in a fit of frenzy, Karen
made some plans. She thought she knew a way to keep him going
until he did fuck her.
She knew, too, that any second she was going to climax, and
she waited for what she hoped would be the first of many climaxes
with an expression of incredible delight etched upon her lips.
"Faster!" she heard herself ranting. "Drink it down, suck on it.
Eat me out. George! Oh, George! Fuck me! Fuck me! Do it
faster, George! Pleaseeeeeeeeeeee!"
George didn't have to be told what to do. He kept on doing
what was coming naturally for him. He stared down at the dark-pink
interior of Karen's pussy, whimpering softly to himself. And then
his nostrils flared, and he inhaled deeply, savoring the delicate
fragrance of her girlish and musky trench. Her clit wobbled on its
short stem, and he kept sucking it up into his warm mouth, much to
both their delights.
"Good, good!" she mumbled.
"Hmmmm," he moaned.
She screamed out now, in utter, pure joy. "Ohmigod, George!
Ohhhh!" Then a second later, "Oh fuck me, fuck me!"
And when he heard her begging to be fucked, he slurped
greedily, tonguing her cunt until she writhed and thrashed about
on the floor.
Karen was about to climax!
"Feel it!" she screamed out as the orgasm consumed her and
drove her mind violently wild. "Suck, suck, suck! Good! Oh so
good! Harder now, George! Oh, harder. Oh yes! Migod! Oh my
goooooooooooooooooooo . . . I'm doing it, I'm coming!" she was
screaming and jerking as spasm after spasm hit her, causing her
body to jump and thrash about.
She rose up high, higher, then down, then back up again just
as fast.
Her words and actions amazed her as much as they apparently
amazed George. She kept mewling, bucking and pitching her body
toward him, shoving her eager hairy crotch against his wildly
sucking lips as the juice of her lust gushed down, hot and spicy,
running down her legs, soaking George.
He sucked it up into his mouth, tasting her dew and licking
his feverish lips. Karen was begging, and George kept eating out
her pussy, long after the last waves of the pleasurable orgasm had
coursed through her flailing body, sending shock after shock wave
racing through her.
Karen now lay there, finally exhausted, but still not totally
or completely satisfied.
She wanted something else. She sensed this, rather than
thought about it. She wanted more. She wanted his cock in her,
then her thoughts came through. Yes, she knew exactly what it was
she wanted. She looked at George and saw his thick sensual lips
glistening and smeared with her come juice. He was unconsciously
rubbing one hand against his groin, playing with himself so that
she saw the outline and how the bulge of his cock had swelled to
what seemed to her to be monstrous. Earlier in the tack room,
when she had held it, it had seemed so huge, but now . . . now it
looked even more monstrous. It was indeed big! "Oh," Karen said
aloud, half to herself though. "I didn't think you would fuck
me."
He didn't answer her.
Karen remained silent and studied his cock again. It was so
big, maybe she wouldn't be able to stretch her pussy around it.
Maybe that was why he was holding back, but no! Regardless of
size, she had to have some of it. She was confident that she
could take it . . . well, she shrugged inwardly, most of it
anyway. He was still hot with desire for her, she could tell
this, by the way he openly fondled his still hidden meat, licking
his lips as his eyes kept devouring her body. Karen slowly nodded
her head, "Go ahead," she mumbled softly, ordering him. "If
you're man enough."
He glanced quickly at her face as she spoke the taunt.
Karen's hands moved self-consciously to the budding mounds of
her ripe and jutting breasts, tweaking the nipples as she kept her
man's shirt in place, listening to the way George was panting and
seeing how his chest rose and fell as heatedly as her own.
The more she watched, the more she pulled at her breasts, the
greater desire she had to try this gigantic hard piece of hot
meat.
"I'm going to fuck you!" George said, his words hissing out
from between his clenched and hungry lips, a look of lust on his
face. "At first I wasn't. I was just going to build you up so you
could feel how wonderful it is, but now . . . now. Damn it, I
need to finish what I started."
Karen studied him a moment before saying, "I don't know."
She wanted him, oh, she wanted him! But if she begged for it, he
might not go through with it. Besides, her lust would be better
fulfilled if he raped her, then she couldn't blame herself. Raped
by her father-in-law. Exciting, oh God yes, she decided. She
wanted to be devoured as if by a hungry wild beast. He had to be
forceful with her. She wanted to be brutally taken, without being
hurt too severely, but hurt . . . oh, yes . . .
"I am going to fuck you," he said again, a strange look on
his craggy features.
"Maybe," she whispered with a cruel smile, one hand moving
down to play with her cunt, her fingers sliding through her crisp
pubic hair. "Maybe I'll let you fuck me, and maybe I won't. I
only want a real man, George. Are you a real man? I think you've
been afraid to fuck me, afraid I'll find out you can't keep it up
that long. You look really meek to me, George. Really meek."
She waited for the effect her words would have.
George looked at her and there was a sudden trace of anger in
his face, which pleased her. It was all going to work out, and
knowing this Karen kept at it, teasing him by the way she slowly
edged her middle finger right inside her pussy. She pushed it
down, pulled it out and waved it before him before thrusting it
into her own mouth to lick it dry,
George just watched. He let his mock anger show in his face.
He knew what Karen wanted, and what she was doing. It was working
for him too, what he wanted her to do. She wanted him to be more
forceful with her, and he would. If this would help her, then he
wanted to help her. He watched her fingering herself and forced
back a grin that tried to work its way to his face.
Now Karen moved both hands to her box, rubbing her long
fingers along the insides of her creamy smooth thighs. George
stayed where he was, kneeling in front of her and following her
lewd and obscene gestures with a pair of open and unblinking eyes.
His throat felt dry, and his sense of anger, of being teased and
toyed with, manipulated perhaps, rose up like the taste of bitter
bile inside him. He fought it down, knowing that it was wrong for
him to think so. This girl needed teaching and he was her
teacher, but now he was beginning to let his own manhood stand in
the way of what he wanted. He mustn't get angry. He would try to
play along, to be more forceful, to make her feel that he forced
himself oh her, and not the other way around. He would most
certainly show her how rough he could be, he decided.
"Maybe," she said again, "maybe I'll let you fuck me and
maybe I'll just play with myself. My finger will stay harder long
after your cock grows softer."
The throbbing of George's cock grew more and more pronounced.
Now his expression changed to rage and incredible anger. "I'll
fuck you," he barked, pushing her hands away from her cunt as he
reached down and quickly unzipped his fly. "I may be meek to you,
but I'm also a man. Man enough for you, my little bitch. My
little heated-up slut. I'm going to fuck you good and hard. I'm
going to shove it in so rough you'll be screaming out with pain.
I'll show you how I treat a teasing bitch."
"Show me, George! Show me what you have to give me, maybe
I'll let you fuck me and maybe I won't." She went on, longing for
it, no longer self-conscious or afraid to tell George what she
really wanted to do. All she wanted was for him to fuck her and
fuck her hard.
Having unzipped his pants, George unbuckled the belt and then
pulled his shirt up around his stomach, not even bothering to take
it off. Karen studied his stomach muscles. She was still amazed
that his stomach was so flat and hard. For a man his age he
certainly kept himself in good condition.
George moved, letting his pants dangle downward in front of
her. Then, quickly and with impatience, George pushed them down
off of his hips, his fingers moving, shoving them downward until
they fell around the tops of his boots. Karen gasped when she saw
his full hard cock, still hidden behind his shorts.
"Yes, my little heated-up bitch. I'm going to enjoy raping
you." He hooked his thumbs under the elastic waistband of his
shorts, as Karen knew that this time George would not disappoint
her. Hearing the way he snapped the waistband, as if to entice
her, she knew he would fuck her. She looked up into his face,
opened her mouth, a soundless cry of wonderment and delight
bubbling up from between her widely parted red lips. Yes, he
would fuck her. He would not violate, brutalize and beat her, but
he would fuck her!
George was pulling his tight-fitting jockey shorts all the
way down, past his hips, past his thighs, down to lay with his
pants atop his boots. Then she saw it! It was bigger than it had
looked before in the tack room. It was like a third arm, a
veritable pole of pulsating meat, sticking out from his
midsection, stiff and raging.
"Oh, George," she pleaded. "It's so big. It will hurt me, I
know it will. It'll rip me apart."
It was as swarthy and dark as George's own tanned skin, the
head even darker as he skinned his cock back and looked down at
her, smiling at the sight of her opened mouth and startled
expression. The head was also smooth as a mushroom, round and
velvety, and Karen saw how the veins under the ruddy skin along
the shaft were bulging, braided almost as George began to rub his
fingers up and down the length of his penis.
"Yeah," he promised her. "I am going to fuck you good. Do
you think this is enough for you? It is, I guarantee you. It's
big enough and hard enough. And it'll stay that way long after
you're begging for me to stop." He waved his penis pole toward
her.
"Yes, oh yes," Karen whispered, her throat incredibly dry as
she kept staring, still not believing that he would be able to get
it all in. Now, a truly, reality-like thought hit her mind.
Would she be able to accept all of this cock in her tight, small
pussy tunnel? She wondered. It was a cock that looked so much
larger and much more thicker than she had realized. She wondered
how in the world she could ever accommodate it, how he could ever
be able to move right up into the depths of her hot and streaming
cunt like she wanted him to.
But she would try to take it, this she knew. She had to have
this hot, throbbing male cock inside her hungry pussy.
Karen spread her legs as wide apart as possible, noticing how
George's balls swayed between his burly thighs, a hairy wrinkled
fist which looked strangely alluring and so damned mysterious.
Thinking that his nuts held a reservoir of semen, semen that she
had heard about but had never seen or felt, Karen waited for him
to begin, wondering, too, if her small cuntal passage would be
able to withstand the additional load when his huge cock shot off
inside her, violently, erupting like a volcano.
George was getting impatient too. So impatient he couldn't
hold back any longer. Not even bothering to take off his shirt or
pull off her shirt so he could look at her tits, he just took hold
of his thick straining phallus and directed the head of his virile
cock right down between the pale puffy lips of her sweet young
vagina.
He touched the full lips with the head of his leaking organ
and both of them shivered and convulsed with the first contact of
their sexes. Then pushing down as Karen sucked in her breath,
George managed to wedge the head of his meat right inside the
entrance to her steamy snatch.
"Now," he said.
"Hmmm," she groaned half in real fright and half in
anticipated painful pleasure.
"You're going to be fucked, Karen."
"Yesss," she hissed incoherently.
Karen studied him and felt the pressure building up. Her
cunt walls were stretched widely and the outer lips seemed to
fasten themselves around George's gigantic cock, holding it in
place. So far, there was no hard pain and she continued to grit
her teeth and wait. She wanted him to continue pushing.
"Shit, Karen. You're so fucking tight. So fucking tight,"
he repeated, then pushed as he saw how the lips of her snatch were
widely distended, blocked and held open and apart by the round
blood-engorged head of his penis.
Now bracing himself with his hands outstretched, his palms
flat on the floor and his boots digging toeholds in the slick
surface, George thrust forward with his weight centered at his
hips. Karen winced and, as she watched, she felt more and more of
the burly virile man's penis disappearing between her legs.
George knew what he was doing, exactly what he was doing.
The friction was far more intense than he had imagined, but it was
so fucking good, he decided. His cock seemed to skid along her
tight moist cunt walls, filling her incredibly.
"Fuck me!" she whispered over and over. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
She kept repeating herself as she watched him pounding down into
her, funneling more and more of his enormous masculine cock into
her tight vagina.
"I'm going to fuck you, doll baby. I'm going to fuck you
until you scream for help." He pushed, feeling the pussy give a
little.
"Yes, sweet," he said again, "I'm going to fuck you and I'm
never going to stop."
And George did not stop, not even when she cried out in pain.
He stared at her as she did, but he kept pushing and plowing
forward so that he was in her almost all the way. His balls
whacked furiously against the upraised cheeks of her tight ass and
when Karen threw her legs up around his heaving back, locking her
ankles around him, George slid all the way inside, right up to the
very root.
"How's that?" he challenged. "Do you feel me in you?"
"Oh God, yesssssssss," Karen cooed.
His pubic bush, so much hairier and denser then Karen's,
looked strangely salacious as it tangled with her own fleecy thick
curls and ringlets. As for Karen, she felt so thrilled, and so
filled, so crammed with pulsating throbbing dong, that she was
unable to speak. It felt so wonderful, even though she felt so
full of cock.
And when George began to piston his cock into her, pulling it
almost all the way out before fiercely shoving forward again, she
thought that she could do this forever, unable to stop the pure
pleasure which was gradually consuming her lithe body. Despite her
initial fears, there was no longer any pain at all.
"Good, ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned.
Her pussy was elastic and youthful enough to take the
thickness and length of George's formidable penis. She felt his
sweat against her belly, and he curled his lips back like a
rutting animal as he kept at it, shoving forward and into her,
again and again, each blow pounding and thrusting, like a giant
steam engine puffing up a steep grade. "Good," she kept repeating
over and over. "So good. Oh, George, fuck it, fuck it, fuck it,"
her words kept running together as she felt the intense pleasure
filling her.
Karen moved with him, rocking back and forth on the hay-
strewn floor, thrusting her hips toward his groin as he kept up
his digging of his full-sized cock into her tight pussy. And when
she found herself experimenting, using her inner cunt muscles to
nip his swiftly sliding cock shaft and holding it down inside of
her, he really went insane with pure passion, even increasing the
depths of his thrusts.
"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" he kept saying. "Sweet tight pussy.
Oh man, sweet pussy. So tight. So tight. I'm going to fill you,
baby. Buckets of hot come, sweetheart. It's been so long for me.
So long since I've emptied this load inside a beautiful girl like
you. Am I man enough for you, or do you want me to make it
rougher on you? Do you like it? Tell me!" he demanded.
"Yes! Yes!" Karen screamed out as he fell against her, his
hands grabbing hold of her tits, thrust right up under her shirt,
as he twisted her nipples savagely, pulling on them as she felt
his weight and the pressure of his cock against her thrashing
body.
"Oh yes! Uhggggg! Hurt me! Twist them! Pinch them!" she
pleaded.
He kept pounding into her, playing with her full bouncing
boobs, bending his head down to nibble them as his balls kept
hitting her asscheeks, and she seemed to lose all track of time.
Then when she started to come, she urged him to join her, no
longer able or even willing to hold back.
"Come, come!" she urged, "fill me full. Flood me with your
hot come!"
"I intend to," he managed to say.
"Do it!" she whimpered, whining and panting as he lay against
her, the firm muscular cheeks of his ass clenching and unclenching
in time to the rhythm of his deep and pistoning powerful cock
strokes.
"Come on, George honey. Oh yes, do it! Shoot it inside me,
please! Come! Come inside me as much as you can. I can't stop.
So big, so much cock. I can feel it, God I can feel it in me. Oh
it's good, so good! Oh, George, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, and
fill me."
And then her words turned into incoherent ramblings as she
mumbled and threw her arms around him, pressed the full length of
her body against his sweaty muscular form and climaxed as she had
never climaxed before.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Godddddddddddddddd!" she moaned in pure
pleasure, her eyes rolling back showing the whites.
The intensity of her orgasm left her speechless as she
thrashed about under him and a great gush of oily sap flowed down
the well-filled walls of her steaming hole, coating his fast-
moving cock until he, too, could not help himself any longer. He
could not stop himself as his balls seemed to contract and his
body stiffened and convulsed spasmodically.
"Greaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat!" he groaned a sound of animal-like
quality. "Soooooooo f u c k i n n n n n n n n n n n n n n g
gooooooooooooddddddddddddd!" His eerie sound echoed through the
emptiness of the barn.
A trickle of drool sluiced out of the corner of his lips and
ran down to Karen's chest as she felt the increase throbbings of
his penis and the way he shivered and moaned against her. And
then his come gushed up like a huge geyser, a fountain of hot
cream splashing heavily inside her pussy.
When Karen felt the first thick wads of his semen splattering
against her cunt like bullets, thick gushing pellets of his creamy
milk, she spasmed again, the orgasm she was experiencing kept
pouncing forth, hitting her as she loosened, causing her to
stiffen, then alternatively relaxing. "Come," George kept
repeating, unable to stop shaking as his cock ejaculated like a
machine gun, one fast blast of cream following another in rapid
and seemingly endless succession, over and over, hitting her and
filling her.
"Oh, Karen baby, you're good. So tight and so good. That
good, wonderful tight pussy. So good," he groaned, and the
moaning wail sounded that of an animal, as he lay against her, his
cock twitching and his cream pouring out until Karen felt as if
she was flooded by the stuff, bathed in semen.
"Oh, George," she moaned. "I love it so much. Oh, George,
you're so wonderful to me."
"You're the wonderful one, baby," George said, grunting it
out as he spoke. "I'll give you all the fucking you want. I was
only going to keep you aroused, so you'd give Jerry the fucking of
his life, but my God, you've got enough for both of us."
"Do you really think so," she asked.
"Yes, you can keep us both happy the rest of my life."
"I'm glad. We're all together now, right? I will be able to
help Jerry."
"Yes, but there is much more to be learned yet."
"And you'll teach me," she finished for him, chuckling aloud
so he would hear.
"Yes, I'll teach you until it kills me."
Chapter 5
They lay for a long time, trying to regain their strength
along with their breath.
George finally broke the silence. "Let's get completely
naked again and play around some more."
"You mean you're going to fuck me again." Karen liked to feel
the sound of the four-letter words now. Somehow the wicked words
excited her, bringing all kinds of lustful shivers to her body.
"Fuck yes. Let's get naked."
They undressed, Karen again helping George with his boots.
When they were completely nude again, George fell to the floor on
his back, pretending complete exhaustion. Karen knelt and rubbed
his forehead. "Poor baby."
George groped with his free hand until he could grasp one of
her swaying full breasts. He kneaded the soft flesh and toyed
with her nipple, then let go and placed his arm around her waist.
She moaned softly, feeling her excitement rise toward the level of
another and almost unexpected orgasm. God, this man could bring
such lewd things out of her body. She felt his thumb rub up and
into her wet pussy which still dripped from his load of semen.
She had never come before with a man's cock buried within her and
thinking back on it brought more shivers of pure ecstasy racing
through her. It was so much better to orgasm with a man's
throbbing cock spurting hot come inside her. Now she found
herself yearning for it again, to experience the feel of it, that
wonderful moment when the first hot hard spurt of it machine
gunned her pussy walls.
George kissed her thigh and nibbled at the sensitive flesh of
her hips, making her squirm with redoubled effort. She felt the
knot of her excitement hardening in her belly and warned him,
"You're going to make me come again, even before you get that big
cock back in me."
"Nothing wrong with that, sweet," he said.
"I . . . know! But not yet!"
Gently, he extracted his thumb from her cunt and withdrew his
hand. Now he raised and got to his feet, pulling her up with him.
He stood, holding her to him and resting one palm on her lower
belly with his fingers buried in her pubic hair. As she began to
calm, and her breathing steadied, he felt downward. He worked his
fingers into the wet puffiness of her labia and rubbed the circle
of her cunt mouth. She groaned and hugged him fiercely.
"You really like this, don't you?" he said, more like a
statement of fact than a question.
"My God yes, George," she agreed. "And it's so exciting,
being with you and feeling good and not ashamed." She sighed.
Then she jerked violently as his palm flattened her clitoris and
his fingers wedged into her cunt mouth. "Jesus, George. Oh
myyyyyyyyyyyyyy!"
He tipped her back and began to suck on her tit. She clung
fiercely to his head while her hips jerked back and forth against
a stack of baled hay. She felt as though her entire body was
writhing with hunger, and she sensed that she would soon be
getting his cock again. God, she wanted it. Yes, she knew she
would be begging for it again before too long. At the thought,
she felt downward between them and got hold of the thick plunger
again. Her small hands could hardly reach around the thickness of
it. The prick was heavily coated with slippery wetness, and she
slid her encircling hand up and down the shaft before cupping her
palm over the steaming head. Growing increasingly eager, she
clasped the hot dick against her thigh and rubbed if fiercely on
her warm flesh. George's breath began to come jerkily and he
grunted at her.
"Keep that up, and I'll have you spread out on the hay in
about two seconds."
Her answering laugh was edged with fright, but she made her
answer light, "I don't care!" she whimpered fiercely. "Oh I don't
care. I'm sore but I want it in me again." She wondered if she
would be able to take it all in her again so soon.
But she did want it, hurt or not. "I do want you to fuck me.
Yes, I do need it." She sighed deeply. "Let's do it now, please?"
"Now?"
She shuddered before answering, "Yes! Now! I want it in
me!"
George pulled at her and she clung to him, pressing her lips
to his shoulder. They stumbled to the hay. George stopped, knee-
deep in the fragrant pile, and she felt the dry stalks pricking at
her calves. George fell backward and pulled her with him. She
scrambled to straddle his form, his cock hot and enormous and
throbbing as it lay along her gulping tight cunt.
"This way," she teased. "Let me ride it. You promise to
take me horseback riding, but this will do. I want to try it this
way, please."
He reached up under her and pulled his cock up to a vertical
position. "Come on, climb on to it, little one. Put that tight
pussy over it and wallow in it."
"Wowee!" Karen squealed.
She pressed her cunt mouth to the domed cockhead and let the
broad slopes of it wedge her open. Her knees trembled as she
slowly sank in the yielding hay to lower her pussy onto the rigid
flagpole of a cock, and she felt her cunt settle over the back of
his cockhead and tighten around the inward sliding shaft.
"I've never had a cock in me this way before," she explained.
"I have to take it easy too, because I'm a little sore from the
pounding you gave me a while ago." She sighed uncomfortably, but
continued pushing herself downward. "Easy, easy, easy," she
chanted in a soothing voice as she lowered herself. "Oh I know
it's going to feel so good," she said aloud, trying to boost her
uncertainty.
As her weight drove her down the length of George's cock, she
felt his bulbous cockhead burrowing toward the core of her belly.
It was a strange sensation, she reflected fleetingly, to feel
internal organs jostled and shoved aside by a hard, bulky knot
that bored in so irresistibly. It was a sensation that had no
similarity to any other, and its full effects spread like ripples
throughout her body, bringing thousands of tiny goosebumps to her
revealed nude skin.
She felt the stiff brush of his pubic hair pressing like
coarse fur into the tender membranes around her cunt mouth, and
the spreading hardness of the root of his cock stopping her
motion. With a swallow, she experimentally jerked her hips to
level his cockhead forward and backward in her hot and hurting
cunt. Powerful jolts of sensation tensed her muscles and made her
jerk again.
"Oh wow!" she whispered in wonderment. "It's so big in me.
Some big thing, huhhhhh! God, but it's good though. It's so . .
. so filling."
"You're not a very big girl," replied George quietly. "That
tiny cunt of yours bites me as if it had teeth. You know it hurts
me this way, too, but the hurt will go away in a minute then
everything will be good again."
"It does hurt you too?" she looked at him quizzically.
"Yes," he nodded, "but it's all right. It's worth it and you
know it."
"Yesssss," she hissed, agreeing with what he had said. It
indeed, was worth it.
Karen clutched at his upper arms and began to bounce herself
on his cock. She felt her ass smack the hard front of his thighs
at the end of each stroke, and waves of excitement washed over
her. The hay supported the breadth of George's body more firmly
than it did her knees. Every bounce of her hips buried her legs
deeper, until she found herself riding her mount as if he were the
horse she had been promised to ride.
Instead of stroking herself now along his cock, she could
only lever herself back and forth on him. But the friction on the
inner surfaces of her thighs and on the sensitive tissues of her
pussy drove her lust to a savage new height.
"Sooooo good!" she moaned.
Karen was conscious of the violent leaps of her tiny nipples
on her full boobs as they jumped and she derived as much pleasure
from her awareness as from the physical sensations as they flogged
gently at her chest. Her hands were braced against George, her
fingers gripping his waist and her elbows locked straight. Her
hair was loose, flying like a cloud around her face. The hay
stabbed the tender flesh of her legs and aroused her to a frenzy
of sensitivity. The combined feeling raised her peak of
excitement to a dangerously wonderful level.
"God!" she exclaimed breathlessly. "I thought I was going to
come the second I got your big cock in me! But I just keep
getting more and more excited! It's great! I wish I could keep
it in me all the time, forever and ever, over and over. I'd fuck
us to death, I guess." She giggled hysterically.
"I like it too," George said. "Let's just keep fucking.
Okay?"
She nodded, and tightened and untightened her pussy muscles
as she worked on him.
"Oh that little pussy is great," George panted.
"There isn't anything little about you," Karen spoke between
bounces.
"I'm just the right size then, huh?" George teased at her,
knowing she was just making talk.
"Oh God! George. Yes! Yes! Yes! It's just the right
size, even if it is really and truly ripping me apart."
He chuckled and laid his hands in the angles of her upper
thighs, his thumbs pressing the forward bulges of her labis. The
new pressure inflamed her, and when he worked his thumbs inward to
the sides of her clitoris she cried out with the intensity of the
pleasure. Her hips flashed back and forth, the small of her bare
back began to hurt from the force of undulations. She knew the
inner flesh of her thighs were getting raw from friction, and the
broken ends of hay stalks were going to leave her legs bloody
where they were pricking into her flesh.
"George! George! It's soooo gooooood," she wailed on and
on.
George groaned, "Christ yes! I'd think you'd be breaking
yourself into the way you're bouncing and jerking."
"I am . . . I am, but it's good, so good!" she replied in a
strained voice. She was suddenly aware of the drops of sweat that
continued to run down her face onto her naked body and on downward
to drop and splatter on George's naked frame under her jerking
body.
"Better let me take a turn," George said, and without
awaiting her consent, he tilted her sideways. Rolling over with
her, his cock remained deeply buried in her cunt, and she felt the
cringing flesh of her back crushing brittle stems of hay. The
alfalfa sweetness swirled around her head, and she lost herself
momentarily in the heady scent that surrounded her.
George elevated her knees and spread them. Willing, she drew
them up along his broad chest, tingling with delight at the new
depths his cock plunged to. He got his arms behind her calves and
pushed her feet over her head, then relaxed his force, so that her
ankles lodged on his shoulders.
Karen gasped as he began to fuck. His ass rose and fell, his
groin slamming against her upturned cunt with every stroke and his
cock blasting the length of her vaginal barrel like a great hot
piston.
She grunted involuntarily with each blow. "Uh! Uh! Uh!"
George seemed to drive her into the hay with his violent thrusts,
and the hay seemed to spring back to position for each new stroke
that followed. On his backstrokes, she felt the bulk of his
cockhead withdraw along her sore passage to the tightness of her
cuntmouth, and on the forward plunges, he plowed to the upper
regions of her belly. He fucked with a brutal urgency that gave
her an uneasy feeling of lost identity. She felt as if she had
become a faceless, nameless, fur-ringed cunt for him to release
his tensions into.
"Good!" George asked.
"Oh yes, George. Good! Good!"
The elating sensation was a frightening one, but it thrilled
her at the same time. She enjoyed the unaccustomed role of being
used this way, and her utter feeling of helplessness. As if
reading her confused thoughts, George seized her wrists and pinned
them over her head, pressing them deeply into the hay while his
cock pounded harder into her.
Leaning far over her while he fucked, his weight on her
extended legs raised her ass and threw her own weight on her
shoulders and upper back. Her hips had no restraints to prevent
full, savage rotary undulation. She twisted them and thrust with
primitive abandon at his groin, feeling as if she were pivoting on
the great cock that impaled her. George's hot cock pinned her,
speared through her cunt mouth and thrust rudely through each part
of her.
The orgasm that had been just below the surface ever since
she had first climbed on top of him was on her before she realized
what had hit. Her belly knotted for an instant - a glorious,
breath-stopping convulsion that paralyzed her and filled her with
a sense of impending violence - then broke into powerful, rhythmic
contractions that seemed to crush George's cock in waves of
milking action. An overpowering tremor seized her. She flung her
head backward into the yielding hay and tensed her legs to force
her cunt tightly against George's groin.
"Christ!" George yelled, the sound exploding from him
unexpectedly. "You got a vise, not a cunt! Ease off, dammit,
you're cutting my cock in half."
He blasted against her distended pussy, grinding the base of
his cock into the puffy mounds of her labis and trapping her
clitoris between his pelvic arch and hers.
Karen couldn't distinguish between his explosive grunts and
her own gasping moans and groans. She realized vaguely that he
was caught in the same tremor that was shaking her. She felt as
if the entire barn was in the throes of an earthquake. The
tension that had mounted so high drained away, but she still
floated somewhere in the depths of a sea of ecstasy that she
wanted never to lose. She alternatively tensed and relaxed,
magnifying her orgasmic contractions and forcing them to expand to
include her entire body.
"God! God! God!" she wailed, screaming out over and over,
her sound echoing through the barn.
"Hmmmmmmmmmmm," George groaned as he expelled his semen in a
maddening gush into the hot box clutching his cock so tightly.
Each time a new spurt would drive into Karen, she screamed
and jerked.
It felt as though it was raining come, yet with cyclonic
force.
As she jerked and bolted she almost blacked out, then she
felt her spasms subsiding. In a fog of overstressed senses, she
let herself slip away from the dizzying peak of excitement she had
mounted. For the first time, she became aware of the pooled heat
in her belly, where George's semen had collected, and of the rapid
softening of his buried cock. She expelled her breath in a long,
tremulous sigh and gazed at the rugged face of the man above her.
"My God, George," she rasped. "What did you do to me? I
almost went wild."
"Hard to beat that kind of show, right?"
"Wow! Yes, oh God yes!"
"You really like it, don't you?"
"Yes, George. I do. And I hope it won't be our last fucking
either. You have a lot to teach me."
"Yeah," George nodded. "I guess I do."
Chapter 6
Since they were now too exhausted to think about riding,
George drove back to the house.
Once there they showered together. As the warm water rained
down on them, the two soaped each other; each sweep of the hands
brought moans of excitement to their lips. They held each other
close and kissed, tongue probing. When they thought they could
stand it no longer, they got out of the shower and toweled each
other. Back in the bedroom they stretched out on the bed. George
leaned over and placed a kiss on each of Karen's nipples. Karen
began to breathe faster and before she realized what she was
saying, said, "Suck it, George. I need it again."
Mouth open wide, George applied it to the mound of flesh, his
tongue flicking against the nipple, sucking vigorously. He sucked
and chewed on Karen's breast for a minute or so longer, then he
lowered himself, kissing Karen's body, her flat belly and the
insides of her thighs. George placed one long kiss on Karen's
pussy, letting his tongue, for just a brief moment, dart into the
jungle of pubic hair. Now George was back up even with Karen's
head and began kissing her lips. Karen felt her lower belly
jumping with desire, as George's hand caressed the smooth stomach
warmly, then he let his fingers slide lower, tangling in the
silken mound there.
One of his fingers touched the top of Karen's cleft and made
her moan and shake. Her legs spread apart voluntarily, as if
begging for the touch hovering over the steaming well. The aroma
of the honeyed pussy drifted up between them making Karen dizzy
with the knowledge that she was eager for George's big cock again,
that she was wide open and ready.
George's finger slipped over the throbbing nub of Karen's
most sensitive region and came back up, lifting the tip of the
quivering clitoris, making it swell and stretch.
"Ooooooh, George!" Karen moaned ecstatically, shivering
again, feeling the tips of her breasts swell outward as if ready
to burst and emit a new sexual fluid from its pores.
"That's it," George said softly. "Enjoy it. I'll make it
good for you. I'll help you. I want to, oh how I want to." His
palm cupped the twat and pressed inward, making the flesh of
Karen's labia roll under his fingers.
"Ohhhh," Karen moaned again.
George's finger found the slitted cleft and wormed inside, so
that the length of his manual digit lay along Karen's hot gap.
Karen felt her lips softly enfolding the rodlike appendage, and
she drew closer to the burning flesh around the mouth of her moist
tunnel.
Karen spread her thighs more, opening herself for George's
exploration. George slid his fingers down, working all the way to
her tiny puckered anus, then back up. Now he felt the curving
arch of Karen's pubic bone under his palm. He pressed his whole
hand down on Karen's cunt and felt her respond by pushing her hips
upward. Karen's pussy was hot and sticky, and George knew that
her juices were flowing freely and easy, making her ready for his
cock. He wondered if he would be ready for her.
Now he worked his hand back into Karen's wet, hot crotch.
This time he slid one finger between the lips, and pressed it into
her cunt.
Her moist channel felt scalding hot and sticky and slimy with
juices. George drove his long finger deeper into her and felt
Karen's hips surge upward.
"You're plenty worked up, aren't you, sweetheart?" George
asked.
"Yesss, George. You make me feel like I'm on fire. Oh I
need you so much."
"What do you need?" he asked, teasing.
"You know what I need."
"My tongue?"
"No, that's not big enough. I need something else."
"Tell me."
"I need your big cock. Your hard throbbing cock. I want to
feel it fill me."
"Well, my big fat cock is right this minute lying limply in
its nesting place. You might have to do some work on it."
"Work?"
"Yep. You might just have to give it some tender loving
care."
"But, but . . . how?"
"Just play with it awhile and maybe you'll catch on and do
your own thing with it."
Karen raised up and stared at him. She didn't really
understand what he was getting at. But, she crawled to her knees
and sat up beside his nude body. She studied his body a moment,
then with a finger and a thumb she picked up his limp cock and
studied it. "It is sort of small." She fingered it a few moments
and felt it stir a few times. "I think it just needs working up
some," she said.
"Yep, I know it does. It wants you to put your mouth around
it and suck it to hardness."
"My mouth!" She was momentarily stunned. Then a lascivious
lust filled her eyes.
George nodded. "Uh, yeah. Suck it."
Karen's fingers were trembling, she narrowed her eyes,
looking hungrily down at the soft cock, and started stroking it
softly as her own body was suddenly enveloped in the wanton flames
of desire.
"Oh, George," she breathed, then bent her head swiftly down.
Karen stifled a moan, and a little quiver of passion darted
through her aching loins as she parted her lips to close them over
the softness of his cock, as George squirmed under her. She felt
George tremble more when she made first contact, his movements
answering her own growing excitement, and she swirled her tongue
eagerly around the half-hard shaft of flesh before she let it slip
from her mouth.
"Do you think this will work?" she asked George.
"I know it will," he answered. "Start sucking on it and you
can feel it grow in your mouth."
"It's not too bad," Karen said, as she took another suck.
She held it at its base now, licking the darker head, like she
would an ice cream cone. "It doesn't taste bad at all either," she
said between licks.
"Then suck it for heaven's sakes," George urged. "I want to
get it up so I can fuck you."
Now it was hard. The combination of her words, her licks and
his lack of patience had done the trick. His buttocks jerked in a
spasm of excitement as Karen's tongue swirled and twirled around
the desire-swollen shaft of his giant penis, then she found the
tiny opening of the glans at the top and flicked up a little tangy
tasting droplets of oozing seminal fluid. George moaned out his
ecstasy and anticipation as he watched Karen's long blond hair
cascade over his loins, then reached suddenly down to run his
fingers into her hair and force her face closer to his thighs. He
forced her to again take the shaft of his cock in her mouth and
lunged his hips up at the same time to drive it deeper into the
warm, wet cavern between her lips.
"That's the way, honey," he egged her on. "Now you're doing
it like a pro."
For a moment Karen thought she would choke as the rigid rod
of solid male flesh brushed almost to the back of her throat. She
gasped for breath, reveling in her wanton masochistic pleasure,
enjoying all the suffering and humiliation the suddenly aggressive
George was subjecting her to. She began to suck more eagerly, her
moist lips ovaled, her cheeks, hollowing and expanding, and she
was rewarded only by a further arching upward of George's hips,
and even harder thrust of his palpitating cock deeper and deeper
into the welcoming hunger of her mouth.
Karen could feel his throbbing reaction and began to suck his
long hard prick more voraciously, the tips of her teeth digging
gently into the hard resisting flesh, leaving small white trails
where they had scraped the blood from beneath the surface of the
loose skin.
She shifted her position over his thighs without disengaging
her mouth from his prick and kneeled on all fours between his open
legs. She reached under his buttocks and cupped them in her palm
as he had once done her, pulling his loins up tighter to her face.
Her tongue swiped around and around the heavily throbbing
head furiously until George called out to her, "You're about to
suck it loose from the roots."
"You want me to ease up," she said, lifting her mouth free of
his love pole.
"No," he said, his voice sounding hoarse.
She continued and his groans of pleasure were echoed by her
mewls, Karen knew that George liked what she was doing to him.
But she felt she had to have something more. This was all so new
to her. She admitted to herself that she was getting hot just by
what she was doing, that it was really building her up, but she
doubted that she could be satisfied herself, without George doing
something to her. Yes, she made up her mind, she definitely had
to have something else until the fire in her loins was unquenched.
It was not even being fought. She had to have contact from him on
her own genitals as she sucked him. She had to have his fingers
on her clitoris and pussy.
Still sucking in wild abandon, Karen twisted her body back
around until her voluptuous asscheeks were pointed toward his
head. She reached and took one of his hands and guided it
urgently to her own genitals as she sucked him. She had to have
his fingers on her clitoris and deep into her pussy, she just had
to!
When she felt George's finger in place she started sucking
more voraciously, completely lost in the act she was performing
for the first time, reveling in the forbidden taste of her father-
in-law's cock. His rock-hard buttocks twisted and rolled on the
bed as the intensity of her sucking increased. She began to
nibble with her sharp teeth at the head and sensitive underside,
nipping eagerly at it, wanting him to fill her mouth, wanting to
taste his hot seed as it spurted into her mouth, filling the warm
cavern to the brim. Her own loins were throbbing with increasing
tension as her impending orgasm built higher and higher, wanting
to climax too, but she wanted to come at the same time George did,
and she wasn't experienced enough to predict his eruption.
Sucking him faster and more wildly, Karen churned her hips
madly as she strained down on his lap. Her eyes were wide open,
drinking in the sight of his naked, lewd loins. Her head flashed
up and down with frenzied speed, like some great soft-suction
piston, taking all of his long hard cock into her moistly heated
mouth even though she would have at first deemed such a feat
impossible. Karen's lips and nose were pressed against the wiry
bristles of her father-in-law's thick pubic hair on the downstroke
of her head, and she could smell the male aroma of his genitals
wafting into her nostrils, spurring her on even faster.
Another racking shudder passed through Karen's body at the
shame and degradation she was being subjected to. She wondered if
anything could ever be more depraved than what she was doing now,
but she sucked even more greedily at George's pulsing penis,
swirling her tongue again and again around its hot, thick length.
Then she felt his finger begin to tease at the tiny bud of her
clitoris, coaxing it to quick rigidity so it quivered with need
under his obscenely stroking fingers to send new thrills of
delight streaking through her lustfully excited body.
Now completely lost in her passion, Karen swayed wildly on
the bed, her buttocks quivering, her whole body moving as her face
met the lunging man's cock plunging up into her mouth. She felt
his fingers tease more eagerly at the small, lust-wet opening
between her thighs, parting the lips as he began to ease up into
her sensitive cuntal orifice and match her sucking movements with
a deep sawing in and out between the clasping hair lined lips.
Karen squirmed back and forth on his invading finger as the
licking flames in her loins burned hotter. Her lust-filled body
ached and tingled with desire, her blood seethed and boiled as the
older man's response to her continued masochistic sucking further
increased. And she began to long for the imminent moment when the
manipulations of her hot mouth on his cock would become more than
he could resist, when the gate on his desire would break open and
he would lose the last remnants of control, and his hot sperm-
filled semen would spurt forth to fulfill her most depraved and
secret longings.
The lewdly undulating mouth sucked voraciously, wantonly,
oblivious to all else except the cock that filled it. Her own
warm vaginal secretions were beginning to seep down around her
lover's rapidly pistoning finger as she approached her own
inevitable climax. She increased the gyrations of her lurching
buttocks, working back and forth on her father-in-law's violating
finger until she knew she could not contain her joy, knew she
would have an orgasm within seconds.
And with this realization, Karen encircled her lips even more
tightly around George's throbbing hard cockshaft. Then she felt a
ripple of sheer ecstasy shoot through her body.
George jammed his hips upward, burying his massively jerking
cock deep in Karen's soft throat, while she moaned ecstatically.
The hot thrusts of his semen which spurted from the opening in his
cockhead inundated the back of her mouth as it geysered madly from
his frantically pulsating penis. Her throat tightened and
untightened as torrent after torrent of his burning fluid gushed
forth, and she swallowed desperately to keep from choking on the
frothing hot liquid, her cheeks bloating and hollowing as the
cavern of her mouth filled with his come and emptied again and
again.
Karen's own orgasm struck then, brought about and triggered
by the act she was performing on her father-in-law. Wild,
rapturous release took hold of her, ten times as great as any
other she had had. She gurgled and squealed around her lover's
still ejaculating cock as she continued to swallow his seemingly
never-ending flow of hot semen, trying not to lose a single
droplet of the precious seed. She reached a height so dizzying, a
pinnacle of pleasure so great, that her mind threatened to burst
from the sheer pleasure of it.
Finally, moments later, her father-in-law's great pulsing
cock deflating in her gently nibbling mouth, the lovely Karen
lifted her head, letting the pleasure-giving instrument slide
wetly from between her semen-smeared lips. It trailed a thin band
of seed between her mouth and his cock-head. George leaned back
on the bed, totally satiated after the excruciating bliss he had
just experienced from his daughter-in-law's soft warm mouth on his
penis. He was unable to think, unable to do anything in the
aftermath of such great delight.
Karen leaned over and kissed him gently, tenderly, lovingly
on the lips, hugging him fiercely. And when, after a long moment,
her handsome lover's arms reached out and drew her into the warm
circle of his warmth and held her tightly, Karen felt contented.
When they had rested for a while George told her, "I think
it's a little late for us to do the shopping I've planned. So why
don't you rest up, then early tomorrow we buy some of the things
I've been talking about."
Karen felt too beat to even discuss it, but the thought was
exciting regardless. She looked forward to what might be in the
future for her.
George was a man of his word. After Jerry had left for the
store the following morning, George and Karen drove into town.
"I only know one store in town that carries the things I want
for you. The lady who runs the place is a friend of mine and I
know she'll help us out."
"She surely knows what we want the clothes for?" Karen spoke.
"Sure she will, but like I said, she's a friend of mine, and
she knows the score. So, don't worry your pretty head off about
it."
Karen liked Maude Springer the minute the older woman walked
over to her, after George's introduction, and put her arms around
Karen.
"Honey, you're the nicest thing that's happened to George in
a long time. Hope you and Jerry are the happiest couple in town."
"I, uh . . ." Karen was too embarrassed to speak.
"That's our problem," George spoke for the blushing girl.
"She needs some exciting things to help Jerry get it up."
"Oh," Maude commented. "A little problem in the family. No
need to worry. I'm a specialist in this sort of thing," Maude
said to the still red-flushed Karen. "People have been coming to
me in secret for years. Hell, I should have hung out a shingle
with all the good luck I've had in solving sex problems." She
smiled and her face was so open and friendly that Karen felt
herself smiling in return.
The next two hours was a period of dizzying experience for
Karen. Maude brought out items of wear that Karen hadn't thought
existed. Black and white panties, lacy see-through, garter belts
that looked enticing even before they were worn, half-bras, full
bras so lacy they hid nothing, high heels, black sheer nylon
stockings, a skin tight body shirt that came apart at the crotch
merely by touching, and several other equally sexually enticing
garments that should never be worn outside the bedroom.
When Maude felt they had everything they needed, she wrapped
the items and said, "There isn't a man living that won't get
charged up when he sees you in these, honey."
"I hope so," Karen managed to say, still a bit shy over the
forwardness of this woman.
"And," Maude said as they were leaving, "I want you to come
over and have a drink with me some afternoon. I'm closed on
Wednesdays and I do my socializing then."
"Well, I . . ." Karen began.
George finished the sentence for her, "She'll be happy to,
Maude, anytime."
Outside the store, George said, "Maude's a good teacher too.
There's a lot of things a man can't teach, you know. So, maybe
Maude can show you a few things."
Back at the house, George announced, "You go and try some of
these garments on. I'm going to mix me a drink and relax. Wow,
my young daughter-in-law, you certainly have taken a lot out of me
today, yesterday and . . . well, anyway," he grinned, "I'm not
used to so much teaching."
"You mean," Karen said, teasing him, "you can't get it up.
You're about as bad off as your son." She marched toward her
room, saying over her shoulder, "I might rape you after a while."
George grinned at her bouncing rear end and said, "A man
can't be raped by a woman, and you remember that. He has to be
enticed."
"Then I'll entice you."
George stood for a long time watching the closed door of her
room before he turned to the bar to mix a strong drink.
Inside her bedroom Karen took her new undergarments and laid
them on the bed. She looked over the sexy items one by one and
decided to wear the garterbelt first. When she stripped herself
bare she picked up the flimsy white panties first and pulled them
up over her full hips. The crotch of the panties was of a tight
lacy fabric that revealed more than it concealed. By bending
slightly she could see her pussy hair pushing through the openings
of the crotch. Shivering slightly at the erotic sight of herself,
she pulled on the black garter belt. When it lay snuggly in place
over her white panties, where the straps hung down, Karen could
see the effect it would have when the long thin black nylons were
attached. God, if it did this to her, she wondered what the effect
would be on a man. Did I say a man? she asked herself. I mean my
husband.
Yes, wasn't this all to do with Jerry's inability to have an
erection?
Now she sat on the bed and pulled the thin stockings up over
her leg, liking the way the material clung to her, giving each
part of her leg a definite emphasis. When she had both stockings
on, she stood and hooked the tops onto the snaps that hung from
her garterbelt. She whirled about studying her figure in the
bedroom mirror. Stunning! she thought. Exciting!
She picked up the black bra next and hooked it in position,
when she stuffed her tits into the cups she realized that her
nipples would pop loose from the binding if she took a deep
breath. She couldn't believe it, turning now and studying herself
with complete admiration. First one nipple peeked above its
restraint, then the other. What an effect it would have on men,
she decided, then caught herself. There it goes, "men" again.
Deciding not to concern herself right at this point, she
slipped into the high spiked heels. How tall she looked.
Standing in the heels she felt as if she were on her tiptoes, and
the strain on her calves emphasized the sensuousness of her legs.
She liked what she saw. George had to see this, she decided.
She checked herself in the mirror one more time, her eyes
roving over the reflection of her form, flicking up and down her
smooth sexy legs, tracing the flaring curve of her firm asscheeks
inside the garterbelt-encased material. She could see the way the
skimpy material of her panties bunched at the little shelf where
her round buttocks tucked under and joined the tops of her black-
nylon encased thighs. And she could see the way the panties
dipped into the deep cleft between the fresh, saucy globes of ass.
As if taunting herself with her own wickedness, Karen turned
her hips slightly until she saw the curving apex of her cunt. The
white panties peaking out below the black garterbelt were nearly
black in a wide oval splotch right over her twat. She saw the thin
material clinging wetly to her puffy cuntlips. There was a fine
line running up the center of the wet patch where the nylon had
dipped between the lips and exposed her slit. A few golden curls
peeped out from under the leg bands of her panties and through the
material itself and glistened damply in the light of the room.
Karen gasped at her reflection and then forced herself to
hold still under her scrutiny. Her pelvis involuntarily made a
forward motion and her thighs turned outward slightly in open
invitation to a closer inspection.
All Karen could see was her pussy being stuffed full of
George's heavy cock. She had to get to him now.
She grabbed at the flimsy black negligee and slipped it over
her sensual half-nakedness and hurried to the living room and
George.
He had just started to lift his drink to his lips when she
entered the room. For a moment he looked stunned, the drink
tipped and a few drops spilled out and hit his leg, but he didn't
move.
"My God!" he shook his head, "Karen, you're a new woman. A
delightful, exotic, mysterious, sensuous creature, just made for
loving. If this doesn't drive Jerry-boy up the wall, then nothing
will. Maude sure knew what to do."
He continued shaking his head as Karen paraded in front of
the couch on which he sat. She walked slowly, letting her hips
bounce from one side to the other and she stepped in the high
heels, then she whirled about, pulled back the thin negligee and
put both her hands on her hips, throwing her pelvis forward. She
stuck out her lower lip, giving her facial expression that of a
pout. When she lowered her eyelids seductively, she studied
George's reaction. Even right now, shortly after George had said
he didn't think he could get a hard cock again, Karen noticed the
stirring under the material of his trousers. His cock was rising,
and it was her, Karen, who had caused it. She felt a sense of
respective flooding her. Yes, she could have any man she wanted,
and right at this moment, she felt like she wanted them all.
Droplets of warm lubricant began to flow from the sensitive
walls of Karen's eagerly excited young cunt, moistening her petal-
like pussy lips, her fleecy natural blonde pubic hair, and the
crotch head of her white panties under the black garterbelt. She
opened and closed her thighs spasmodically, and the nipples of her
firm, full breasts hardened like granite chips under her sex bra.
This was the most enticing feeling she had ever experienced and it
was sending the juices of her insatiable passion - already aroused
from just looking at herself in the mirror - raging out of
control. Never had she been this horny! She was half out of her
mind with an implacably churning desire!
Karen walked up to where George was sitting on the couch. He
leaned forward and rested his elbows on his knees. The low couch
left his head about even with Karen's overheated snatch. She
moved closer and churned her pelvic mound in his face. George
rubbed his nose in the moist groove of the panties where they were
tucked into her heated slit. Up and down his nose went as if it
were a small cock probing away trying to find the entrance of her
love channel.
Oh God, Karen said to herself, she wanted a hot pulsating
cock inside her, that's what she wanted. She watched George's
movements, hoping his cock was now rigidly hard. She knew the
effect she had on him, the powers of her sensual persuasion, and
she wanted him to fuck her right here, right now. But would he
want to? He hadn't moved, he was still rubbing his nose in her
twat, but he was breathing faster and his eyes were all glassy.
Karen thrust her ripe young body hard against his face, and
rubbed her hot twat up and down his nose, undulating the hot
secreting pussy against him. She reached and took his ear and
pulled him to his feet. Then her right hand was gliding down to
cup and gently stroke his pants-encased erection, while at the
same time she stuck her wet little tongue maddeningly inside his
ear.
"I want to be fucked."
"Yes," he whispered. "Yes. I'm going to fuck you in just a
little while."
George moaned softly as she held tightly to his eagerly
throbbing cock and balls, stroking them, flicking her tongue into
his ear until he was quivering with excitement.
Oh God, Karen wanted to feel that cock of his in her. She
knew the effect she had on him, the powers of her persuasion, and
she wanted him to fuck her right here, right now.
Karen let her eyes drift down to the front of his trousers,
and exultancy swept through her. She pulled him to his feet and
felt the hardness of his cock when it pressed into her garterbelt-
clad pelvis.
She had to take full advantage of the situation. She had to
control the situation, fuck him on the spot, make him fuck her on
the spot. She thrust her ripe young body hard against his,
rubbing her tautly firm breast up and down his arm and undulating
her hot secreting pussy against his thigh. George moaned softly.
Karen held tightly to his eagerly throbbing cock and balls,
stroking them, flicking her tongue into his ear until he was
quivering with excitement.
"Let's fuck, George. You and I, right now," she moaned. "I
can feel you inside my pussy, fucking deep and hard. Oh I can
feel it so and I want it."
A low, tortured sound was wrenched from the lust-incited
father-in-law. Karen knew that she had won. She whispered
excitedly, "I'm going to take your cock out now, George. I'm
going to take it and hold it in my hand, then I'm going to make
you naked and me naked, and we're going to fuck."
George just stood there while the panting Karen unfastened
his belt, pulled his trousers and undershorts down, and began to
stroke his nakedly swollen cock. Her little finger was extended
downward to tantalize the burgeoning sac of his sperm-filled
balls. Then she was pulling her bra down with her free hand.
When she worked it down and loose, it fell to her hips. She
pulled at it with her hand until she had it over her hips and on
the floor. Now she pressed her twin mounds of warm flesh against
George's bare arm, rolling the nipples back and forth through the
thick hair of his forearm, reveling in the feeling that lewd
motion generated inside her tautly rippling belly and cunt, then
she began kissing him on the neck and throat with her hotly
moistened lips as she continued to fondle and caress his long hard
cock and aching balls.
Gingerly turning her sensual little body just enough so that
his massively pulsating cock was jutting toward her, Karen began
rubbing his swollen heavy shaft up and down her warmly secreting
crotch. She pulled at the side of her panty leg and bared the
moist slit that ached there. She guided George's swollen prick
slowly, maddeningly, through the wet, platinum-colored pubic
fleece, causing both of them to moan softly with an obscenely
spiraling delight. Against his ear she whispered, "I want you to
fuck me now, George. Now! I'll lean forward against the couch
arm and you get behind me and put your big, hard cock in my pussy!
Fuck me good and hard from behind. Hurry, honey, hurry and fuck
me good, pleaseeee!"
Karen broke away from him momentarily, leaning forward with
her hands braced against the couch. She reached behind her and
pulled at the material of her panties, making a bare area in her
crack so that her cuntal passage was open and in full view. Then
she arched her back downward, lifting her obscenely naked pussy up
to George, wiggling the voluptuous asscheeks at him. Wiggling
lewdly, Karen parted her legs wide so that George could see what
was awaiting him.
She reached back again, when George moved into position, and
found his hotly throbbing hardness, grasped it tightly, then
guided it to her backside, moving the moistly lubricated head over
each of her quivering asscheeks in movements that caused the fires
of her passion to immediately spiral almost to the pinnacle of
release.
George was totally enslaved by lust now, no longer able to
control himself or his emotions. Karen's fingers were like
firebrands on his long thick, eager penis, guiding the pulsing
cockhead across her quivering panty-clad, feathery soft buttocks.
Her impatient strokes and caresses, combined with the intensity of
the erotic sight of her garterbelt and black nylons, made the
pressure in George's come-bloated balls almost excruciating. He
had to have release, he had to fuck Karen right now.
Karen was breathing so harshly now that the sound filled the
room. She couldn't control her gasping, consumed totally by the
powerful emotions seething through her vibrant young flesh.
Karen couldn't wait any longer. She guided George's virilely
heated cock, filled with the swirling blood and hot semen near-
ready to erupt, over the quivering nether ring of her anus,
causing her to jerk spasmodically. Then she brought the thick
shaft head down into the warm wet furrow between her wide-splayed
legs. She teased the hard rubbery tip up and down the moistened
cleft, over her aching little clitoris, through the fiery pink
folds of her cuntal lips. Finally, with a low groan of intense
hunger, she worked the blood-engorged knob of his wild-pulsing
cock into her impatiently trembling pussy.
The pressure in George's balls climbed and soared, and the
velvety lewdly squirming buttocks of Karen spread before him was
an invitation that he was unable to resist. He leaned forward,
not taking his eyes off her squirming ass, ran his hands up and
down Karen's silken sides in spasmodic caresses while the full
girth of his massively swollen cockhead slipped into the tight
little cunt of the blonde daughter-in-law. Her wetly clasping
passage around his hardness was soft, as soft and warm as flowing
molasses inundating his throbbing manhood.
George suddenly levered forward, out of control with desire,
and the full length and girth of his heaving hard cock flashed
through the moistly clutching walls of Karen's cunt, filling her,
before slipping off her cervix and coming to rest - hot and hard
and pulsating deep in her belly. Karen felt a maddening ecstasy
as she began to roll and fling her nakedly rounded buttocks back
against his thick invading member, thinking mindlessly. It's
never been this good, never, never!
She moaned excitedly as her handsome father-in-law's
profusely sweating loins slapped against her undulating, upthrust
little buttocks - and all of his great long rod lay buried in the
warmly wet sheath of her pussy, and then he was fucking into her
in superb strokes that caused her whole body to vibrate with
desire. The warmly moistened walls of her tight young cunt
clasped his thickness like a soft fist, and George groaned deep in
his throat as he withdrew until only the lust-swollen head of his
shaft lay within the fire-hot wetness of her channel. He stared
down for a moment at his moistly glistening shaft, slick with her
lubrication, before returning his passion-glazed eyes to the
beautiful naked back that shivered in front of him.
George's muscular hips drove forward with ever-increasing
speed, his hands kneading and squeezing the pliant warmth of her
buttocks, as his long hard cock rammed up into her now-widened
cuntal tunnel. The passage accepted it eagerly, and Karen rolled
and twisted her hips back against his bucking loins as delicious
waves of erotic pleasure surged through her trembling young body -
a pleasure that was increasing by the moment. Then George leaned
forward, resting his head on her warmly naked spine and kissed the
soft platinum blonde strands of her hair as his hands slid under
her twisting form to cup and caress the dancing globes of her full
breasts. Karen moaned softly, then took one of his hands and slid
it down over her sweat-streaked stomach to the wet pubic hair at
the base of her stomach. His hand eased under the flimsy covering
and covered the hair-lined pussy. Now Karen began to move his
hand up and down there extending his middle finger for him so that
it parted her swollen cuntal lips and moved back and forth over
her erectly throbbing clitoris as his virile heavy cock fucked in
and out of her wetly throbbing cunt just below. It wouldn't be
long now, Karen knew. It wouldn't be much longer at all before he
would shoot his wad, and she would climax, and the two would meet
at the exact same time. Karen's vagina was dilating in time to
the rhythmic hammering of the long hard penis, and the tiny
contracting muscles of her pussy nibbled hungrily, with velvet
teeth at the inflated head of his cock. The passion-swollen lips
between her narrow hair-lined slit pulled tantalizingly away,
sliding mostly down his thickened rod for several inches, before
slowly nibbling back up as she buffered her wet blonde pubic hair
tightly against his own bristling growth . . . embedding the full
throbbing length of him deep into her soft warm recesses.
Karen groaned in sexual-delirium in front of his pumping
body, and George could feel his wildly pulsating cock suddenly
growing and expanding inside her until it felt as though it were
going to burst from the violent maelstrom of lust churning in his
scrotum. He had to come soon, he had to, he had to . . . And he
wanted her to come too, to come with him so that they both would
feel the other's release. He began fucking into her still harder,
and she gripped him tight with her imprisoning pussy, opening and
closing it around him in time to his long hard thrusts. He knew
that she was fast approaching her orgasm even without her moaning
confirmation, and it made him feel exultant and masculine to know
that it was he, George Lind, who was bringing his own daughter-in-
law to the pinnacle!
The pressure was driving Karen insane! She buffeted madly
back against George's powerful body, and her own naked flesh
vibrated with growing, pinwheeling heat as she sought to achieve
her orgasm from the great thick rod filling her eagerly twitching
cunt below and from his outstretched middle finger sliding so
masterfully over her tingling little clitoris.
Then, without warning, she climaxed!
Great flashes of light burst in back of her eyes, and acute
pleasure consumed every trembling fiber of her insatiable,
enticing being. Ohhhhhh, this is the best, the best fuck I've
ever had! her mind chanted as her violently rippling orgasm surged
through her. The best fuck, the best come, the best, best, best.
. .!
Behind her, his eyes glazed with lust, his loins bucking and
twisting against Karen's wantonly upturned asscheeks, George
watched her squirming, climaxing bottom wiggle and tremble. He
drove into Karen's convulsing, climaxing cunt with long, looping
strokes that seemed to receive power from the tips of his toes,
his sperm-bloated balls slamming hard into her sweating, secreting
crevice below. Then, as Karen's hot flowing juices consumed his
penis orgiastically, bathing it with fiery liquid, George's own
balls erupted like a volcano.
Guttural sounds burst from his throat, comingling with the
moans from Karen's and the gasps of delight from his own stomach.
Great torrents of his whitely bubbling seed spilled into the
lovely blonde Karen's tightly clasping pussy. He kneaded her full,
firm breasts convulsively with both hands now, having abandoned
her pulsating little clitoris for the warm swaying mounds, and his
cock spasmed crazily in the moist softness of her cunt. His
heated white come filled her, overflowed from her, causing tears
of rapture and delight to flood from Karen's eyes as his juices
mixed with hers deep up in her quivering young belly.
Then George's long hard thick shaft gave one last spurt of
liquid and the erectly jerking cudgel gradually was transformed
into a soft caricature of its former self, popping free from
Karen's tight young cunt.
Karen straightened up, sighing, and pressed her nakedly
sweating flesh to his. She whispered, "Oh, George honey, that was
truly and really the wildest ever! I've never been fucked so good
by you. You're the best, the very, very best!"
George merely wheeled about and sat back heavily on the
couch, sticking his legs straight out and gasping for breath. His
limp cock still remained free of his trousers.
While George rested, Karen went to her room and showered.
She lay the garterbelt and the white semen-stained panties on the
bed, and looking at them she breathed in deeply and sighed. Wow!
They had turned George on, maybe they'd do the same for Jerry.
She hoped so. If she could make him into half the lover that
George was, then she would be content. She would have a good
lover at night and then when Jerry left for work, she would have
her teacher, George, to continue his classroom work with her.
After she showered, she stretched out on the bed. The events
of the day returned vividly to her mind. She dwelled for a moment
on the frenzy of passion which had been generated between her and
her father-in-law, the pleasure they had taken and given in and
with one another's bodies. Dear God, but he was a fine, handsome,
virile man! Karen had never known what lovemaking - real
lovemaking - could be like, and her sex-starved body and mind had
reveled in the deliciously fevered flesh of her father-in-law. He
was truly a magnificent lover.
Did the coupling with George have any meaning in terms of a
long-lasting relationship? These questions kept popping up in her
frenzied mind. Did George love her spiritually, in some way, or
was he too much of a hedonistic widower to feel anything except a
physical, superficial craving? How did George really feel about
her? And conversely, how did she really feel about him? And what
if Jerry, her young and handsome husband, should find out what his
father and his wife had done behind his back. How would he feel
about them joining in an abandonedly intimate relationship?
Karen's mind was filled with these questions, and more, but
there were no immediate answers to any of them. She had found
complete satisfaction with him, but her apparent reason was so
that she could help her husband solve his own sexual problems.
She was fucking and sucking, and she used these lewd words in her
thoughts now as if they were something she had been familiar with
for her entire life, yet it was only in the past few days that she
had been able to force her mouth to form the words and speak them
aloud in the presence of someone else.
Sighing, Karen slipped out of the cool bed and padded nakedly
across the bedroom. Her taut, firmly rounded buttocks jiggled
with unaffected sensuality as she moved, and her still-firm, high
breasts swayed gently. From one of her new clothing boxes, she
pulled out a thin, short black slip. She pulled the black nylons
back on her legs, slipped into the garterbelt, snapped her
stockings to the buttons and left her panties off. She didn't
even bother with a bra. Slipping the short slip over her head,
she wiggled into it then pulled an equally thin, black negligee
over her provocative near-nudeness.
Out in the kitchen, she mixed herself and George a stiff
drink and brought it to him. When she walked in front of him, he
whistled through his teeth at her.
"Man! Karen. Here I am exhausted from being overfucked and
here you are bright, chipper, full of life, as if you've been
sleeping all day. How the hell do you do it?"
"Oh, George," she cooed, "you're only teasing me. You are
always ready when I need you. Here drink this and it will put
your blood to circulating."
"Just what I need." He took the glass and sipped from it.
Karen noticed that his limp cock was still dangling from his
open trousers.
"You're lovely, Karen," he said after he had taken a long sip
from his glass.
Her cheeks colored with a faint tinge of pink. She was not
used to compliments.
"No, no," she said. "No, I'm not. I'm . . . a wanton,
George, and I hardly feel pretty at all."
His handsome face sobered. "Are you sorry about what we've
been doing. Are you sorry I taught you how to enjoy a good fuck?"
"I . . . I don't know."
"It has been wonderful between us, Karen. You can't deny
that."
"No," she said, "no, I can't deny it."
"Are you ready to help Jerry yet?"
"I don't think so. I need a while yet. I think I'm still up
tight about it. I don't mean about sex, but I can see myself
working on him, getting, or trying to get him all charged up, then
when I'm too hot not to go through with it, he'll bomb out and
I'll be left with my finger."
"You can always slip out and sneak into my bedroom."
She didn't know whether George was teasing her or not. "Yes,
but that's not solving my big problem. I've got to learn to have
patience now."
"Yeah," George agreed, nodding. "A lot of it if you want to
hang onto Jerry and help him."
"I do, George, but I've got another problem, too. I think I
might be in love with you."
George took in an abrupt deep breath. "Well, uh . . . hey,
that's very flattering and all . . . but, well shit, Karen, I
think it's because I'm the only man who's ever fucked you or given
you good release from your sexual hangups." He paused, took
another sip of his drink then said, his eyes looking thoughtful,
"What you need is to make it with another man. Yeah! That's it,
then you can realize that it's not just me, that any man can turn
you on and make you go wild with passion."
"But. . ."
"And I know just how to do this."
He got to his feet, and for the first time, he noticed that
his limp cock was still hanging freely. "Better put this little
bastard back in his cage before he confuses the issue again." He
zipped his pants, while Karen giggled.
At the telephone, George dialed a number. When the party
answered, George said into the phone, "Maude this is George Lind."
Pause.
"How's it going, still getting a lot on the side?"
Karen giggled again.
"Listen, Maude, do me a favor, will you. I want you to line
up a couple of young studs, the kinds who don't talk about it, and
then I want you to take Karen under your wing and show her that
sex is great when only the physical pleasure is experienced.
Follow me?"
Pause.
"Yeah, that's right. She's getting a hangup about me, and we
need to solve this so she can start to work on her husband."
Pause.
"Great, Maude. I know you can do it . . . yes, yeah . . .
okay, she'll be there."
He replaced the receiver and took Karen into his arms when he
walked back to where she was standing. He kissed her deeply and
passionately, and Karen returned his kiss, clinging to him,
finding comfort in his strong masculine body. Then he stepped
back, holding her at arm's length, while he searched her eyes with
his own shining gaze.
"You're beautiful, Karen. Really beautiful. Now," he paused,
still searching her eyes, "now, you're going to get another lesson
in sex. You and Maude Springer are going to spend an evening at
her place. Now, I've fucked Maude many times and she never talks
about it. Ever since my wife died, Maude and I have been getting
together every so often for a little sex. Now she'd never admit
it to you, though. Anyway, Maude is having a couple of young kids
over and she wants you to join her. A few hijinks or something.
Maude will lead the way and you just follow her advice."
"I . . . I," Karen couldn't pull her eyes away from George's
intense stare. "I don't know whether or not I could. . . ."
"Certainly, you can and you will. Hell, it'll make the world
seem all rosy again and without problems. We can't have you
falling in love with a man just because you've fucked him. Now
can we?"
"No . . ." she said, "you mean you want me to go over there
now. Jerry's almost due home."
"You go to your room, fix yourself up in one of those neat
short dresses we got, flimsy panties and whatnot . . . brush your
beautiful hair back . . . and let nature take its course."
"What about Jerry?"
"Let me handle him. Hell, I need to have another father-to-
son talk with the boy anyway, so we'll need to be alone. Now get
along."
Karen turned and George playfully slapped her bouncy rear and
she walked toward her room . . . and another lesson in sex.
Chapter 7
When Karen arrived at Maude's, she found that both were
dressed almost alike. Maude's short miniskirt with front-button
blouse to make her tits readily available was like Karen's own
outfit. They both wore long, sheer self-supporting stockings, the
tops of which extended to their crotches, over which Karen wore
very brief panties, and she imagined Maude was wearing the same.
We both think alike, Karen thought, elated.
"The boys will be here in a while," Maude said. "For tke time
being, let's remove our panties and drape them over the headrest
of the couch. Men always get excited over the sight of panties
that have been worn." She laughed. "I had a guy once who offered
to buy me a dozen new pair of panties if I'd give him one of mine
that I'd been wearing."
"What happened?" Karen asked.
"I modeled all twelve pairs for him. The last pair I
squashed up against my wet hot cunt. I tossed them to him and
said, 'These are for you.' He grabbed them and buried his face in
them. He told me afterward that he carried them with him wherever
he went. When he felt himself getting horny, he'd take them out
and inhale their cunt fragrance."
Karen looked at her stunned. Sometimes she didn't know
whether to believe every word Maude told her or not. The woman
talked constantly about sex, but it didn't really bother Karen.
She was glad that someone else thought as much about it as she
did, but she wasn't the one to talk about it and Maude was. Karen
decided she really did like Maude. She liked her as much as she
liked George.
At exactly eight there was a knock at the door. "Stay here,"
Maude said, getting up. "Cross your legs, but show plenty of
thigh."
Maude crossed to the door and opened it. The two young men
stood outside, trying to control their eager expressions.
"Come in, boys," Maude said matter-of-factly. They entered
silently. She led them around in front of the couch and
introduced Karen. They both mumbled something and stared avidly
at her beautiful legs. Maude sat beside Karen, allowing her skirt
to ride up. The young men caught sight of the two pairs of
panties spread out on the back of the couch, and goggled.
"Very well, boys, we all know why we're here. We plan to do
some fucking, I mean fucking," Maude said in her authoritative
voice. "Bill, you come over here and stand in front of me. Dave,
you stand in front of Karen." They quickly obeyed. "Now I want
both of you to strip for inspection. Quickly now."
In a matter of minutes the two stood in front of the girls.
They weye both naked, their iron-hard erections standing straight
up and out. They waited eagerly for the next command.
Maude turned to Karen, "Well, what do you think? Are they
men enough?
Karen studied the two men silently for a moment. She was
wildly excited, wanted to be fucked right away, but Maude had
warned her to remain calm. She tried to keep her emotions in
check, letting nothing show in her expression. She nodded to
Dave. "Come closer." Her heart felt as if it had skipped a beat,
and it took all her courage to act so brazenly in front of them.
When the men stepped forward she reached up and took hold of
Dave's cock, slowly pulling the foreskin back and forth. She
shivered lightly, because the feel of the young cock in her hand
sent waves of lustful ecstasy coursing through her body. It was
bigger than George's cock, she thought. She wanted to compare it
to Jerry's but since she still had never caught a glimpse of her
husband's cock she couldn't. Now she looked up at the young man,
pulling her eyes away from his cock, "Do you like this, Dave?" she
asked.
"Uh, yesssss," he hissed through his teeth, as if he were in
a state of lustful bliss.
"Do you think I have nice legs?" she teased.
"They're beautiful!" he blurted out.
"Do you think my tits are sexy?"
He gulped and nodded dumbly.
Karen gave his prick a little jerk. "Say it. Put it in
words for me."
"I think your tits are the sexiest I've ever seen in my whole
life."
"Would you like to have me show you my cunt too?" She held
her breath, watching his reaction. Knowing that she would never
see the two again, it helped her do the things she knew Maude had
meant for her to do.
The poor young man was almost beside himself, now his face
wore an agonized look, but his cock was throbbing in Karen's hand.
He tried to speak twice before he got the words out.
"Yes. Y-yes. I'd love to have you show me your cunt. Yes.
Oh yes, I would love it." His words were almost mechanical.
Karen gave his prick a little squeeze and let go of it.
"Very well. You can return to your position."
Dave stepped back. He was breathing like a running horse.
His face was covered with perspiration.
Maude, who had been watching the by-play in great excitement,
asked, "Man! Karen, tell me, did Dave pass his inspection?"
Karen nodded. "I think Dave will do very well."
"Fine," Maude said. "Now I want to explain that both these
boys are cunt-crazy." She seemed to get a perverse pleasure in
teasing the boys. She looked at Bill. "Tell me, Bill. Aren't
you cunt-crazy?" Her voice was tormenting.
Dave's eyes were glued to Karen's crotch. "I'm crazy about
your cunt," he said.
"Not you, Dave . . . you . . . Bill!" She focused her gaze
on the blushing boy.
"Me, too, I'm crazy about your cunt."
"Mine or Karen's?" Maude asked.
"Both, uh . . . yours," the excited boy answered, confused.
Dave spoke up, "Karen you're driving me nuts. Show me your
cunt. You said you would." He steadied his gaze and added in a
higher pitch, "Remember?"
"Yes, I did promise you, but only if you do as Maude tells
you," she reminded him.
Maude turned to Karen now and said, "Well, since both boys
seem to be crazy about our cunts, I think it's only fair that we
let them suck us off, don't you?"
Karen nodded solemnly, even though her pussy was on fire,
"That seems fair to me." Karen felt waves of pleasure seep up her
stomach. This woman Maude really knew how to build a person up to
an erotic peak.
Now Maude was smiling, but there seemed to Karen that there
was a coldness in her smile. She said, "Bill, come over here, and
kneel between my legs. Dave, you kneel between Karen's."
Both boys leaped forward and assumed positions. Maude asked,
"How about you, Karen? Are you ready?"
"I'm ready." And she was. Karen had never felt so ready in
all her life. There was something obscene about this ritual that
Maude was putting everyone through that aroused her so much.
Karen had never fucked this way. When she had during the past
week or so, she had always felt shy about it, but this way . . .
she hoped the boys wouldn't think too badly of her for the
debasement she was putting herself through. This was something
entirely new for her now, here with Maude and these two young men.
Now Karen was moving, putting her ass on the edge of the
couch, spreading her legs wide and pulling her short skirt far up
her thighs. Her cunt was beautifully revealed, gleaming like a
golden nugget, waiting for someone to claim it.
Maude was moving into a similar position so her own cunt
would be made available for what was to come.
"All right, boys," Maude ordered, "start sucking!" Her voice
sounded like a Marine drill instructor, Karen thought.
And instantly Bill dove into Maude's dark bush, lapping her
cunt, and sucking with great gusto!
Dave stared at Karen's cunt in wide-eyed appreciation for a
moment, then tucked his head between her spread-legs and went to
work with his long tongue.
Karen moaned with pleasure as Dave's hot hard tongue found
her pussyhole and worked its way inside. She put both her hands
on his head and pulled his face up against the moist surface of
her hungry cunt.
"Suck it, Dave! Suck my cunt for all you're worth. Drive
your tongue in deep!"
Dave, making lovely groaning and moaning sounds, encircled
her ass with his arms, and pulled her hot twat even closer. Karen
cried out with delight as his tongue found her clit and flicked at
it.
"That's wonderful, Dave! Wonderful! Suck it, suck as hard
as you can!"
Karen heard beautiful moaning sounds beside her and, glancing
in that direction, saw that Maude had both hands on Bill's head,
and she was shoving his tongue as far up her cunt as she could get
it. Her shapely legs were waving in the air. Maude was
practically screaming out with intense pleasure.
Dave now took his hands from around Karen's ass and hooked
them under her thighs. Half kneeling, half standing, bracing his
feet against the rug, he put her flat on her back on the couch and
thrust fiercely at her cunt. Her legs were now almost straight up
in the air.
"Suck it!" she screamed. "Suck my cunt, Dave! Eat it! Eat
all of it!"
Dave attacked her twat with savage growls. He parted her
lips with his mouth and was able to get his tongue a fraction of
an inch farther into the hole. This brought a wave of weakness
over Karen's body.
Maude suddenly let out a howl of pleasure. "I'm coming!" she
screamed. "I'm coming! Work your tongue, Bill! Wow! Man, oh
man, do it!"
Bill twisted his head erratically, probing, sucking, and
chewing.
Karen felt her own orgasm well up. When it flooded over she
gasped with delight. For the moment, her whole world was at the
mercy of this boy's tongue. She raged at him to suck her cunt
harder. She beat at his head. She threw her arms into the air
and shoved her ass at David's face. His tongue was deep inside
her now, probing, feeling like a sword of pleasurable flame. She
was soaring, then she hit the peak she was searching for, and her
outcries became moans, then deep sighs of contentment. And her
body went limp with exhaustion, even though it wasn't she who had
done all the work.
Beside her on the couch, Maude sighed deeply. She had her
fulfillment. She slumped on the couch, a contented smile on her
full lips. Both boys sat back, leering at the cunts they had just
so successfully sucked. The moisture from the cunts ran down the
chins of the two and dribbled off into the soft carpeting of the
floor.
After a little while, Maude sighed deeply, sat up and allowed
her skirt to cover her thick bush of pubic hair. Karen did
likewise. Maude stood up and looked at the desire on the faces of
the boys. She smiled, and there was some sadism in the look on
her face. "All right, boys," she said, "I want you both to go
into the bathroom, wash your faces and rinse out your mouths.
Then return to the bedroom and each of you lie down, flat on your
backs so that your cocks are pointed straight up in the air. One
boy on each of the two beds."
The boys reluctantly left, their cocks still hard.
Karen raised up and said, "They seem in a bad way. We better
do something about it." She could feel the lust building up in
her body again.
"We can't let them fuck us yet," Maude pointed out. "They'd
come after about two strokes." She picked up her panties, turned
to Karen and said, "Let's put them back on. I have an idea."
Karen began stepping back into her panties. "What's next?
What do you have in mind? I'm still horny as hell, although I
must give David credit for doing a wonderful head job on me."
"We'll do just as we planned," Maude said. "We'll tease them
by letting them watch us undress each other. Then we'll jack and
suck them off. After that we'll rest a while and then begin
fucking. Maybe we'll even have a daisy chain."
Karen's eyes were bright with anticipation even though she
didn't know what a daisy chain was. She nodded her head in
agreement. Anything that was different had to be exciting, she
just knew it.
When the girls entered the bedroom, the boys had assumed the
positions that Maude had ordered. Each was on a bed on his back
with his prick pointed toward the ceiling. The girls walked to a
position in front of the dressing table.
"Now, boys," Maude began, as if she were lecturing to a
platoon of recruits, "would you like to watch us undress each
other? Would you?"
Both boys nodded. Bill said, "Maude, I'm so hot now that if
you don't do something about it, I'll come just by watching you."
There was a pleading note in his voice. Karen felt empathy for
him.
"You'll do no such thing," You just control yourself until
Karen and I get ready to take care of you."
"But, I want to fuck you," Bill said boldly.
Maude looked at him sternly. "Bill, unless you stop talking
and obey orders, you'll get no fucking tonight. Now, which will
it be?"
"I'm sorry, Maude, but this is torture. We're so damned hot
we're about to explode. I don't know whether we can hold it or
not."
"Torture?" Maude questioned, then said, "That's what it's
supposed to be. You have to hold it. Now be quiet and lie back."
Bill, who had sat up in his eagerness, lay back but kept
himself propped up on an elbow. The two women sat down, kicked
off their shoes and began removing their stockings. Both made
sure that their panties were frequently revealed.
After the shoes and stockings were kicked aside, both girls
stood up. Maude moved in behind Karen, put her arms around her
and fondled her tits for a moment. Then her hands moved down over
Karen's body. One hand went up under her miniskirt, and the boys
watched its progress as it felt the full thighs, probed into her
crotch and stayed there a moment, gently exerting pressure on
Karen's warm cunt.
Maude then brought both hands into view and began unbuttoning
Karen's dress, one button at a time. As each button was undone,
more and more of Karen's voluptuous tits were revealed. Maude
would reach inside, fondle one, then unfasten another button,
teasing the two boys.
All four of the participants in this sexual drama were now
breathing hard, thoroughly aroused.
"For Heaven's sake, Maude, hurry up!" Karen whispered. "I'm
having a hard time holding it back myself."
But Maude only smiled and continued undressing Karen.
Presently the last button was unfastened. Maude let the dress
drop to the floor. Now Karen stood naked, except for her panties.
Her gorgeous tits jutting straight out, she affected a pose,
smiling at the two boys sensuously.
Karen could tell by Maude's breathing that the other woman
couldn't hold out much longer either. Swiftly, Maude stripped off
Karen's panties and exposed her cunt for inspection. Karen
executed a slow lewd grind and then did two bumps. The boys both
groaned in unison, a sound of pure agony in their hoarse voices.
It was now Karen's turn to undress Maude, and she did it much
faster. "Maude," she whispered in the other woman's ear, "they'll
rape us if we don't get on with this."
Maude nodded and smiled and helped Karen pull the net panties
down. Now the two stark naked women walked toward the beds.
Karen sat next to David and held his throbbing cock.
"Did you like watching us undress each other, David?"
He gulped and nodded.
"Did you also enjoy sucking my cunt?"
Again a gulp and a wide-eyed nod.
"Do you like having me play with your big cock? Do you like
the feel of my hands around it?"
He groaned in agony.
"Would you like having me suck and jack you off?"
"Don't torture me anymore, Karen. Please!"
Karen felt a wave of shame creep through her as she
intentionally teased the boy. She leaned over now and suspended
one of her tits over his mouth. "Suck my tit, David. Get as much
as you can in your mouth and use your tongue."
David lunged at her tit and gobbled it. While he was
sucking, Karen glanced across at the other bed. Maude had ahold of
Bill's cock and had begun a slow rhythmic pulling back and forth
of the skin, watching his face intently. He was groaning and
moaning, turning his head from right to left on the pillow. As
Karen watched, the boy reached up and began to fondle one of
Maude's tits.
Karen took her own tit from David's mouth. She sat up. "Now
I'm going to make you come, David. We've both been cruel long
enough. I'm going to suck your cock until you make it. Would you
like that?"
"Oh man, yes," he moaned. "Yes, yes, yes! Suck it. Suck my
cock. Hurry!"
Karen bent over, pulled the skin on his prick far down, then
began to lick the knob. He cried out in delight and thrust up his
ass. She put the head of his cock in her mouth, reached under the
thigh of his near leg, found his balls and caressed them tenderly.
She began a slow suck, taking more and more of his prick into her
mouth with each downward movement.
David was also moaning wildly now, crying out now and then in
delight. Karen herself was aroused to a high peak just listening
to his love sounds. She considered having David thrust his finger
up her cunt, but changed her mind. She and Maude had agreed that
the boys would get a hardon almost immediately after their first
orgasm.
"They won't be able to come as quickly the second time,"
Maude had pointed out. "They'll be able to fuck us longer."
On the other bed, Maude had stopped jacking Bill's cock and
was sucking him. Bill was practically out of his mind with the
joy of it.
Karen felt David's cock begin to swell. She pulled her mouth
away, letting her hot lips trail over the head, and grasped his
now jumping cock and began to stroke it firmly.
"Hang on!" Karen urged. "I'll have you shooting off any
minute now. Tell me when."
"Now!" David shrieked. "I'm coming now!"
Karen jerked his cock faster. A moment later she watched in
awe as the first spurt of sperm shot upward. She followed its
flight as it jetted about three feet in the air, before plummeting
back down and splattering all over her face and breasts.
Still holding his cock, Karen smiled down at David, who was
looking gratefully up at her. "My," she commented, "you were
certainly loaded. Did you like it? Did I do all right by you,
David?"
"It was great," he smiled. "Thank you. But I'd like to fuck
you too."
She leaned over and kissed him, thrusting her tongue deep
into his mouth. A loud moan startled her and she looked toward
the other bed just as Bill emptied his load deep into Maude's
throat. The woman was gobbling greedily, swallowing the come as
fast as it spurted into her throat.
Karen still had hold of David's cock. She squeezed it,
fondled it, stroked it. Now it was almost as hard as it had been
before he had come. She bent over and kissed the head, then
turned back and leaned over David's face. "Would you really fuck
me now, David?"
He nodded.
"Do you think you can come again so soon?"
"I know I can," he said, his voice firm.
She smiled and kissed him, darting her tongue in and out of
his mouth. She was trembling with desire, but contained herself,
remembering how much more she had enjoyed George's hard cock when
he had spent a lot of time arousing her. She squeezed David's
cock again. He was almost ready. "Tell me you want to fuck me,
David. Let me hear you say it."
"I do want to fuck you, Karen. I want to fuck you until you
can't fuck anymore."
She smiled. "I like that. Now describe just how you're
going to fuck me."
"I'm going to put you on your back and get on my knees
between your legs and stick my cock up your cunt as far as it'll
go."
"Hmmmm," she sighed and squeezed his cock. It was hard now,
as hard as a rock. "I think you might do just that, and I think
we're both ready now. Get up on your knees, Dave. I'll lie on my
back and you give the best fucking you can. Really drive it into
me. Oh I'm so ready."
David scrambled to his knees and Karen spread-eagled herself
on the bed.
In the next bed, Bill was already on top of Maude, ramming
his prick up into her hot cunt. She was moaning in pure sexual
delight.
Karen was glad Maude had insisted they make the boys have
orgasms before they allowed themselves to be fucked. The ever-
increasing way David was fucking her cunt, he would have come
after three or four strokes if he hadn't blown his nuts a minute
or two previously.
She smiled up at him, smoothing back his short hair, liking
the feel of him on her. "Take it easy, dear. You're going too
fast. Slow down. We have a long ways to go."
He slowed down. "I'm sorry," he said. "I want to get it all
right now, I guess. Just tell me how you like it. I want to
please you."
"That's a good boy. It's nice having you fuck me. This is a
two-way game, you know. I'm enjoying it too. I want to enjoy it
and I want you to enjoy it." She felt like she was a veteran at
lovemaking. Karen wondered what would happen if she told David
she had fucked only one other man, and that her experiences in
sexual activity extended back about a week.
"Tell me what to do." Dave interrupted her thoughts. "Just
tell me what to do."
"That's better." She kissed him. "Now draw your cock out to
the very entrance to my cunt, then plunge it in. Do this with
every stroke, making each stroke faster and shorter. Now, try it
once."
Groaning, David obeyed. He was trembling. She could feel
the tremors as they raced up and down his bare back.
"Very good. Now hold it in, far inside me for a moment or
so, while I give you some more instructions," she sighed softly.
"While you're screwing me I want you to play with my breasts, and
I want you to stick your tongue in my mouth and suck my tongue.
When you're doing either of these things, I want you to talk to
me. I want you to tell me how much you enjoy fucking me, and what
a nice cunt you think I have, and what nice breasts. I like to
hear your voice telling me these things. And when we both get
ready to come, I want you to really pound your cock up into me.
Oh, David. Oh, ohhhh, David. You're really turning me on," she
said and sighed again. "Can you remember all these things?"
"Yes, yes," he moaned. "I can. I know I can, just watch my
action."
"Good," she murmured.
He desperately tried to follow Karen's instruction to the
letter. He pulled his prick to the very mouth of her pussy, and
then plunged it in. He fondled her tits and sucked her tongue
vigorously. Now he took his mouth away and said, "Oh, Karen. I
love fucking you so much. It's the most wonderful thing that's
ever happened to me. Your cunt is so warm and so beautiful and
your tits are outta sight. They're so firm and yet so soft and
beautiful."
Karen was feeling the effects of what he was doing and saying
to her. His fucking was driving her to a plateau she hadn't
reached before during this encounter, and Karen wanted to stay
there.
She arched up her cunt and gripped his shoulders, liking the
feel of his muscles under her hands. "A bit faster now, David.
Fuck me a little faster."
His tongue went into her mouth again as he shortened his
strokes and picked up the pace.
She wrenched her mouth away. "You're doing it just right.
Fuck me harder now. Drive it in there. Oh, wow!" She had the
wonderful feeling along her loins and knew that she was only
moments away from her orgasm. "You can start to come anytime,
Dave. Don't stop now!" Her voice rose. "Screw me! Fuck me!
Give it to me!" She clutched him about the shoulders, then about
the taut ass, pulling him into her cunt, trying to bury him in
her. "I'm coming, David! I'm coming! Fuck me!" Now she was
screaming at the plunging boy on top of her lust crazed body,
At last she let him go. He looked down at her anxiously.
"Did I do it right, Karen? Did I?"
"You were fine, David. Simply splendid."
"Was my cock big enough for you?"
"Your cock is just the right size, dear. It isn't the size of
a man's cock that counts with a girl. It's how he uses it and
what he says when he uses it. Now get off me and let's rest for a
while." She patted him on the head and added, "You're very nice
and very good in bed."
David scrambled off and lay close to her. He put his hands
between her legs and toyed with the lips of her cunt.
Karen glanced over at the other bed. Maude and Bill were
just reaching their climaxes. Maude was practically on the back
of her neck. Both of her legs were over Bill's shoulders. Bill
was on his knees, driving his cock down into her cunt. Karen
could see part of his stiff pole when he pulled back only to drive
it in with more force.
"Give it to me, darling. Grind it! I'm coming! Wow! Oh
yesssssss!" Maude was babbling.
Bill only grunted a response, but his movement became erratic
as he showed signs of his own orgasm.
Both Karen and David watched, their eyes bright with lust, as
Bill shot his semen up into Maude's hungry cunt, mixing it with
the juices of her twat. Both of them were moaning and groaning
loudly. But gradually the sounds and their bodies relaxed,
exhausted from their fucking match.
All four rested for a while. The aroma of their fucking
permeated the air in the room. Karen felt the aroma arousing her
again. She stretched and said, "Good, wasn't it?"
They all agreed that it was.
Presently Maude said, "Karen?"
"Yes?"
"Would you like to change partners?"
"Fine with me."
The boys changed beds and Karen turned to Bill, who was
awaiting her eagerly. She was a little surprised at his ardor
when his hands began warming over her body. He kissed her
fiercely, thrusting his tongue far into her mouth, fondling her
tits, reaching down and playing with her heated twat.
"Oh, Karen, Karen! I want to fuck you so badly. I've wanted
you from the first moment I saw you. Your body is really
something and you're driving me out of my gourd."
Karen laughed lightly. "Well, my little hot cock, you're
certainly in a good position to fulfill that desire. You really
want to fuck me, huh?"
"Oh yeah, I sure do."
"Go right ahead. Don't let me stop you," Karen teased.
Bill kissed her, then bent down to stare at her cunt. She
spread her legs to give him a better view. She already had his
cock in her hands and was stroking it gently. Karen loved the
feel of the throbbing fuck-instrument and this was the sort of
foreplay and dialogue that really turned her on. She liked to hear
his voice as he fondled her body and looked at her wide-open
pussy.
Bill looked up at her face, "Karen you have the most
beautiful cunt in the world."
"Don't all cunts look alike?"
"Oh no," he said, his face serious. "Your hair has a reddish
tinge to the blondish hair, and there's a lot more of it compared
to some I've seen. I like the way your lips gape open as if
they're begging to be kissed and fondled."
He stuck his finger up her twat and, buried his face in the
pubic hair. After a moment, he began kissing her smooth belly,
moving up to her tits, then to her mouth. They sucked tongues for
a moment and then Bill pulled his mouth away from her hungry one.
"Karen, I want to suck that beautiful cunt of yours. I want
to gobble it all up. I want to drive you wild."
Maude spoke up from on the other bed, "You'll get your chance
later on when we have our daisy chain."
"Daisy chain?"
"The four of us will lie down on the floor in a circle. You
can eat Karen's pussy while I suck David's prick. David will be,
well . . . never mind. It will work out. Each of us will have
something to gobble on."
Karen laughed at Maude's apparent confusion. Regardless,
Karen knew that what was in store would be well worth the effort.
Bill didn't laugh. His face was serious and pleading when he
said to Karen, "When I'm eating your pussy, I don't want anyone
sucking on my cock but you."
Karen studied his face for a long moment. The boy was wildly
excited now, sex-crazy, and he was deadly serious. She herself
was more excited than she had expected to be so soon after
receiving him into her bed. He might just be a bonus, one that
she hadn't really expected. She squeezed his rock-hard cock. It
was so thick, almost as thick as George's, and it was ready!
Ready and certainly available to serve her. She shivered with
sexual delight. It would be a bonus, she knew.
"Do you mean," she asked, "that you'd rather suck my cunt now
than fuck me?"
"Yes," he nodded vigorously, "I would."
Karen felt he was sincere. She nodded. "How would you like
it? A sixty-nine, or would you rather I straddled your head and
put my cunt down on your face?"
"Can you suck my cock that way?"
"I bet I could."
"Then that's the way I want it."
Karen felt a surge of lust slice through her lithe body as
she thought of it.
Bill's eyes were wild with desire. He lay flat on his back.
Karen straddled his head and eased her beautiful moist cunt down
so that he could begin lapping it, which he did with great gusto.
She leaned forward, took his hard prick in her hand and began to
lick the bluish-tinged head. She reached around and fondled his
balls gently. He groaned from the sheer delight he was
experiencing. Now he began probing with his long tongue for the
hole in her hot pussy.
Karen lowered her cunt a little farther and moaned when his
tongue found the tunnel and drove into it. She began to suck his
cock methodically, loving it. After a few short strokes on the
head, she drove it far down into her throat. She wished she could
talk. She wanted to tell him what a wonderful job he was doing on
her cunt and how much she was loving it, how she enjoyed sucking
his huge cock, but with a mouthful of the heavy meat in her mouth,
it was impossible for her to make any sounds other than a deep
gurgling sound.
Bill had his hands around her thighs now, pulling her wide
open cunt down so that it covered his entire face. He twisted and
turned, growling like an animal, striving to get his tongue even
farther into this glorious twat. He arched his ass, and Karen
began sucking his cock furiously. She realized he was at the
pinnacle of an orgasm already, and she wanted to come with him,
while she tasted his hot sperm in her throat.
She jammed her cunt down on his face now, moving it back and
forth so that he could barely breathe. She felt a tightening in
her crotch and knew that her own orgasm was starting. She brought
Bill's prick out to the lips of her mouth and worked over the head
with her tongue. She played with his balls fondly. She had to
get him started - to pump his tingling, throbbing cock to a full
eruption.
He groaned loudly, and immediately she swallowed the length
of his pulsating cock, feeling the first spurt of semen against
the back of her throat. She began to breathe through her nose,
greedily drinking every drop of the precious milky liquid, she had
come to love so much.
At the same time she lifted her ass, giving Bill a moment to
gasp in a breath of air, then plunged her cunt back into his face
again, grinding it in. Her orgasm had reached its peak and she
was savoring every moment of this. Both of them were moaning in
sheer ecstasy at the intensity of their joint efforts.
Karen swallowed the last drop of Bill's spurting semen and
slowly pulled her mouth up the length of his shaft, held the head
in her mouth for a moment, then licked and kissed it in a
departing gesture. She swished the length of her cunt along
Bill's face once more, then rolled off. Bill looked at her
adoringly.
"Come here," she said. "I want to kiss you while you still
have my cunt juice all over your face, and I have cock smell on my
lips. Use your tongue."
She forced him back, lying on top of him and working over his
mouth and tongue with hers. She liked doing this. It gave her an
added thrill, and Karen liked to have all the thrills she could
get. It seemed, she decided, that George's work with her had
certainly opened her up sexually. She pulled her mouth away from
Bill, but didn't get off his body. She began swaying her tits
over his mouth, barely brushing his lips with them.
"Do you like my breasts, Bill? Tell me."
"I love your big tits, Karen. They're perfect." He reached
up, trying to suck one, but she pulled back. She was proud of her
tits, loved having them admired, fondled and sucked. It gave her
lewd shivers just to visualize it.
"In a minute," she cautioned Bill. "In a minute I'll let you
suck them." She continued swinging them, dragging the nipples
across his trembling mouth. "I want to tease awhile. Did you
enjoy sucking my cunt?" She decided to pull more obscene words
out of his mouth before he filled it with her tits.
"Oh. Karen, it was wonderful! Just having your whole cunt
spread over my face was an experience I'll never forget. Wow! I
had my face full of it, and I loved it."
"I enjoyed it too, dear, and I enjoyed sucking your cock.
Did you like me doing that?"
"I loved it! Boy, did I love the feeling of my cock in your
hot mouth."
"Would you like to fuck my mouth again soon?"
"Would I? Wow. Karen will you let me?"
She smiled. "We'll see. Now open your mouth wide."
He obeyed, and she lowered one of her tits into it. "Suck
it, Bill. Use your tongue. Get it all shiny wet. Suck out the
nipple."
He went at his chore greedily, making satisfactory noises.
Already he had half a hardon. When Karen finally removed her tit
and gave him the other for a similar treatment, the nipple of the
first stood out like a small hard prick. Half of the tit itself
glistened with Bill's saliva.
"So fucking good," she murmured as his mouth closed around
the other tit.
Bill worked over the second tit equally well, until Karen was
trembling with sexual lust. After a moment she had to withdraw it
for fear she would have another orgasm. "Now play with them
both," she said, "while they're all wet and slippery."
Bill nodded and, reaching up with both hands, he rubbed her
full tits, smiling happily all the while as if he found the task
most enjoyable.
Karen smiled lewdly. "I like this. Would you like to fuck
them?" An idea was forming in her mind. He could run his big
prick between them while she held them tightly together, then he
could shoot his load and cover her mouth and throat with his hot
creamy semen.
Maude called over, "Better save it, sweetie. You'll need it
in our daisy chain."
Karen reached around, put her hands on his cock and pressed
it tightly. "It's wonderful! So big, so hot, but I guess we had
better save it for what's coming up."
She rolled off of him, and they both looked across at the
other bed, aware that some beautiful sex sounds were coming from
both Maude and David. Apparently Maude liked the shoulder-bit
position, because she was on the back of her neck again, with her
legs planted on David's shoulder. He was driving the last bit of
his cock into her rapidly.
"Save it for later," Karen echoed, and laughed.
Karen pulled Bill down beside her, "Put your head here on my
shoulder, Bill sweet. Play with me awhile. We're going to rest
up again." She took his cock in her hands and closed her eyes.
Later the daisy chain began with Maude taking Bill's cock in
her mouth and putting the prick head between her lips. Her cunt
gave a little twitch as she felt David's tongue begin licking it.
Karen sighed contentedly as she felt Bill's tongue probing at
her pussy. She was glad that Maude had given Bill this
assignment. It was what he had wanted, and she had instructed him
well. She took hold of David's cock, kissed it, and licked the
head.
David's tongue was probing deep into Maude's cunt now. She
reached down and pressed his face farther in between her legs.
Automatically she stepped up her sucking of Bill's prick, reaching
up and playing with his balls. Bill groaned in appreciation, and
twisted his head sideways so he could get his tongue farther up
Karen's hungry twat.
And so it went all along the line. Each was transmitting the
wonderful sensations they were receiving by their mouths. Karen
was sucking David's cock smoothly, swallowing it, then bringing
her lips back to the head, toying with it, then swallowing again.
Once she almost lost Bill's tongue, so violent were the gyrations
of her ass. But he grabbed her by the hips and yanked her twat
back into his face.
Bill reached up and began fondling Karen's full tits. Karen
played with David's balls, while David played with Maude's tits
and she toyed with his nuts.
On the whole, it was a most satisfactory operation to Karen.
She was enjoying herself and she figured that each one of the
participants was enjoying it as much as she.
But suddenly Maude uttered a loud moan, and her ass twitched
violently. They all knew what the moan meant. Maude's ass jerked
a couple more times and she started her orgasm.
Noting this, the others quickened their pace. Karen felt
David's cock begin to swell in her mouth. She knew that in a
moment she would feel the first spurt of his hot semen. She
sucked his cock furiously, at the same time reaching down and
pushing Bill's head between her legs. She knew that she would
start hers at any moment.
The boys were working diligently at their assigned cunts.
Both were on the verge of coming themselves. Maude had already
swallowed Bill's cock far down her throat and was prepared to
drink his semen.
Maude peaked first. Her moans were loud and satisfying. She
kept thrusting her twat violently into David's warm face.
Karen felt the first spurt of David's hot semen, and she
began swallowing greedily. Her own orgasm started and then
reached a high peak. Bill was sucking gloriously, clutching both
cheeks of her ass, trying to control her writhing.
Bill had long since begun pouring his semen down Maude's
throat. He groaned wildly, fucking her mouth even after the last
spurt of semen had been ejaculated.
Then it was over. Mouths were pulled from cocks and cunts.
Limp bodies fell to the floor in complete exhaustion.
After a while, Maude lifted her head and looked around, "God,
it looks like someone had an orgy here."
Karen was too exhausted to comment, but the two boys laughed
aloud and agreed.
Karen felt a bit guilty now, the familiar twangs of doubt
creeping up through her thoughts. But strangely, she worried
about what George would say if he found out, not Jerry, her
husband, but George her father-in-law.
Chapter 8
After the two boys left Karen and Maude remained naked lying
on the livingroom floor. It was most comfortable and Karen
enjoyed the sense of freedom it gave her. Maude had poured them
two stiff drinks of whiskey and when Karen downed hers it sent a
shock wave boiling through her body. Blinding back tears, she
forced the rest of the drink down and set the glass aside. The
alcohol sizzled through her veins like a series of low-grade
earthquakes. And something else she felt - her body was seething
with desire. Wow, did straight whiskey do that to a person? She
decided it did.
"Maude?" Karen asked, her voice soft, but strong and
persuasive too. Maude looked at her and Karen suddenly felt like
a frightened rabbit, quivering. Maude knew what Karen wanted, and
Karen knew she did.
Maude shivered, and the tight little bumps of her nipples
hardened visibly. She crossed her arms and cuddled herself as if
she were suddenly cold.
Karen felt wildly loose, uninhibited, and hot. She didn't
know if any of the things she had read about would help her or
not. She hoped they would, but the only thing that mattered was
Maude and making her like it. Karen was thinking about how
Maude's naked body would feel, pressed against hers . . . hot,
soft, smooth, and desirable.
"Maude?" Karen asked, frightened.
Karen wanted to say something more, but she didn't dare
speak. She looked into Maude's brown eyes, and saw all the pent-
up passion still lurking there. As gently as a butterfly, Karen
brought her mouth to Maude's. Maude's lips felt hot and dry
against hers as they touched, and an electric current seemed to
flow between them. Karen felt Maude's muscles ease and relax,
felt Maude move her arm, felt her slide her hands hesitantly up
Karen's own arm.
Maude moaned softly, almost inaudibly, as if the sound was
for Karen's ears alone.
Mentally, Karen was comparing Maude with the men she'd felt.
Where the men had been hard, Maude was soft. Where the men had
been rough, Maude was smooth. Maude was smooth all over, hairless
where George and the two boys were hairy. Maude was warming
rapidly and Karen shivered slightly at the thought. She liked the
feel of the boyish woman, and she liked the feel of Maude's thighs
too.
Entwining against each other, the two girls delved deeper and
deeper into a passion that neither of them had dreamed existed.
Their mouths opened, their tongues tasted. They breathed each
other's feminine smell. They savored all that existed between
them, all that was different between them, and all that was the
same. Soft breasts pressed against soft breasts, passion-hardened
nipples digging into tender mounds. Soft, feminine arms entwining
around each other, kissing deeply.
Karen let Maude nestle her head against her shoulder and slid
one exploratory hand over one of Maude's little titties.
"You're so soft," Karen said, wonderingly. Tenderly Karen
patted Maude's breast, fascinated by the hard little nipple on the
little mound.
Maude was following Karen's lead, and she cupped one of
Karen's larger breasts, her thumb brushing over the nipple. "So
are you," Maude whispered, "you're soft, too."
They kissed again, and this time there was more sureness,
more passion in it. They ground their mouths together, their
tongues dueling and fighting for supremacy. Karen won and drove
Maude's tongue back and licked the roof of the woman's mouth, the
back of her teeth. Maude welcomed the intrusion by sucking,
drawing as much of Karen's tongue into her own warm mouth as she
could.
Karen moaned again, louder.
Bolder now, Karen stroked Maude's little tits, rolling her
nipples in her fingers. She could feel Maude jerking and
trembling, and knew what Maude was feeling. She knew because she
too was experiencing the same sensations. When Maude thumbed
Karen's nipples, Karen knew she was on the same wavelength with
Maude. The thought of the identical pleasures sent ripples of
desire flooding through her, and the knowledge of the thought was
wild, insane, and wonderful, all at once.
Snuggling together, the two women reveled in the pure
discovery of each other's wonderfully soft, feminine bodies.
Karen's curly soft hair brushed against Maude's pale slender
shoulder, while Maude's feathery black hair rubbed her cheek.
Karen nibbled Maude's shell-like ear, and felt Maude gasp when her
breast shifted and pressed against her hand. Maude's sharp white
teeth nipped Karen's shoulder, and Karen felt her own body shake
with excitement. Slowly their muscles relaxed and they lay on
their sides on the soft carpet, the fire warming their naked
bodies.
"God," Karen said, "you're the sexiest."
"Me?" Maude gasped, "You're better than a man at turning me
on."
"I'm glad," Karen said.
Leaning back, Karen could see the full length of Maude's
graceful, lean body, admire the curves, the shadows and hollows
the gentle rounding of Maude's belly, and the jet blackness of the
pubic hair shielding her slit. She looked breathtaking pale, like
alabaster. Her ribs were visible under her skin because she was
so slender, and Karen stroked her fingers along the shadowy
ripples. Maude's stomach trembled and she dug her fingers into
Karen's side fiercely.
"Oh, I like that," Karen said.
Maude mumbled something in agreement.
Maude's nipples were dark, hard knots begging for some
attention. Karen's mouth was watering as she stared at them. She
lowered her head, her mouth seeking the little buds. She flicked
her tongue over one of Maude's small nipples and felt the woman
jerk in response. Pursing her lips, Karen kissed the nipple, then
sucked on it tenderly. Opening her mouth wider, she sucked more of
Maude's small breast in, while bathing the nipple with her tongue.
Karen felt Maude's breathing quicken and become irregular as if
she were gasping for breath. At the same time, Maude's hand
tightened on Karen's full breast until it almost hurt. Then,
helplessly, Maude let go and rolled over on her back to sprawl out
and open on the carpet.
Karen hesitated, and looked at her friend questioningly.
"Don't stop," Maude whispered, not opening her eyes. "Please
don't stop."
Encouraged, Karen bent her head and suckled on one of Maude's
breasts, then the other. Maude tangled her fingers in Karen's
long hair, and began stroking her neck and bare back. Out of the
corner of her eyes, Karen could see the black triangle of Maude's
sex, could see Maude rubbing her slender, pale white thighs
together as her excitement built in higher peaks. Hesitantly
again, Karen slid one hand down Maude's warm, smooth belly toward
the dark patch. Maude shook and quivered, her fingers knotting in
Karen's hair. But she made no move to stop Karen's hand.
"Mmmmmmmmmm, good, good," Maude murmured.
"Yes," Karen agreed, her voice smooth, but she was unsure of
herself. It felt so good to her, all so good to her, but Karen
wasn't as experienced as she thought, and she realized this. Like
a frightened animal, Karen's hand crept into Maude's black pubic
hair. Maude spread her thighs more, opening herself for Karen's
exploration. Karen slid her fingers down and down, finding the
same slit there that she herself had between her own thighs.
Carefully, Karen cupped Maude's sex mound, feeling the hot
softness of the tissues under her fingers, the curving arch of
Maude's pubic bone under her palm. Karen pressed her whole hand
down on Maude's cunt and felt Maude respond by pushing her hips
upward. Maude's pussy felt hot and sticky, and Karen realized
that it was the juices flowing freely and easy already.
Now Karen had to have something at her own begging pussy.
Hesitantly, she released Maude's cunt, and felt the woman's
disappointment. Karen sought one of Maude's hands, loosened it
from her hair and guided it to her own eager pussy. Maude's touch
was frightened and shy, but it also felt searingly hot. Karen
spread her thighs, pressed Maude's fingers into her swollen cunt,
then clamped her thighs down to trap the little hand. Now she
worked her own hand back into Maude's wet hot crotch. This time
she slid one finger between the lips, and pressed it into the
woman's cunt.
Maude's moist channel felt scalding hot and sticky and slimy
with juices. Karen drove her long finger deeper into Maude and
felt the woman's hips surge upward. At the same time, Maude slid
her finger into Karen's hole, and Karen thought she was going to
die from pleasure. The males that had fingered her had been good,
but somehow this was much more exciting, even thought Maude's
finger was a lot smaller than any man's. Karen thought too that
because it was such a degrading activity, she tingled more with
heat. It was a forbidden act to her way of thinking and her lewd
mind created all the wonderful lusty pleasures she was
experiencing. Karen spread her thighs wide and let Maude take
total possession of her watering pussy. She looked down to where
her own thick finger was buried in Maude.
She studied it a moment as it probed into Maude's hot pussy,
then her gaze shifted to where Maude's finger was probing. She
shuddered with pleasure as the finger touched the sensitive
surface of her cuntal passage.
Karen suddenly felt wildly excited, though nowhere near an
orgasm. This excitement was something else. Maybe it was the
thrill of discovery. It really didn't matter, she decided. She
looked around the room and saw that she and Maude were the only
moving objects. Everything else seemed to be in another
dimension. All the things she had become familiar with before
this evening started were in abstract. Karen now withdrew her
dripping finger from Maude's slippery cunt and licked the juices
off slowly.
"Taste me," she whispered to Maude. "Please taste me. It's
so good."
Maude was frowning up at her, irritated at having the finger
withdrawn from her hungry cunt. "What?" she asked as she fixed her
focus on Karen.
"Watch me," Karen said and showed Maude what she meant by
dipping her finger in Maude's cunt again and licking it off with
pleasure.
"I, uh . . ." Maude paused, groping for voice.
"Please."
Maude looked dubious, but withdrew her finger from Karen.
Slowly, but hurriedly too, she licked it, her face indicating she
had expected something unpleasant. Then her face cleared and she
smiled. She stuck her finger in her mouth now and sucked it clean.
"Good, huh?" Karen asked.
Maude nodded, and Karen stopped her before she could slip her
finger into her pussy again. "I've got another idea," she said,
shifting around on the floor. Karen was aware of Maude watching
her slyly. She turned to bring her head toward Maude's crotch.
Bending and leaning over, Karen slowly lowered her face toward
Maude's pussy, her eyes riveted on the black, curling hair and the
gleaming pink tissues. An animal odor, wild animal, assaulted
Karen's senses, attracting her even more. Her mouth watering with
a wild appetite, Karen lowered her face to Maude's bush and wedged
her finger deep into the woman's hot slit.
Maude must have a decision, and the touch of her mouth
against Karen's cunt set off rockets of passion in Karen, making
her drive her own mouth on Maude even harder. Ramming in her
tongue deep into Maude's snatch, Karen lowered her hips and felt
the woman's chin grind against her clitoris. The explosion of
pleasure almost lifted Karen to the peak of an orgasm. She dug
her chin into Maude's clit, and she was rewarded with a flow of
juice that almost drowned her, as Maude's hips jammed upward in a
fast response.
Head to crotch, the two women tangled in the center of the
floor. Hands gripping each other's buttocks and thighs, they
drove each other half crazy with the fast working of their mouths.
Karen was nearly delirious with pleasure, boiling and
seething, her body betraying her with its convulsions. She was
coming and coming and coming, and she knew she was drowning Maude
with the flood of juices pouring out of her cunt. But she couldn't
pull away from Maude. Karen was driving her own mouth into
Maude's gushing pussy, and Maude's slender body was convulsing
under her as climax after climax ripped through her, knotting her
muscles. Maude's slender thighs clamped around Karen's head like
a vise, trapping her there until Karen was afraid she was going to
suffocate.
All at once it was over. Maude's body went from spasmodic to
totally limp. Karen's own intense orgasm was passing its peak,
its plateau leaving her quivering with exhaustion. Karen was
dimly aware of Maude fighting to free her face from her lax pussy
and struggled with her last reserves of strength to help.
Finally, she managed to lift her leg and tumble away. Sprawling
on her back, Karen let blackness sweep over her as she fought for
breath and sanity.
Later, Karen felt as if she was drifting in a soft, warm,
gray cloud of semi-sleep, feeling wonderful, almost sated. Her
body was totally relaxed, tired with delicious exhaustion. Vague,
peaceful dreams floated through her mind. Yet, down deep there
was still a need, as if what she and Maude had just done was only
the foreplay.
Karen still needed a cock to completely satisfy her.
Chapter 9
When Karen returned home, she hopped into bed, and lay
completely naked under the sheets, pretending sleep, when her
husband Jerry approached the bed and stood silently looking down
at her. Soon he crawled into bed with her and moved in behind
her, placing his arm over her hip lightly.
Now Jerry drew himself closer to her so that her firm full
asscheeks were tight against his groin.
Karen could feel the beginning hardness that was taking place
in his cock. At first it was just a limp hunk of meat against her
ass, but as Jerry held her, the stirring in it would easily be
felt through the thin material of his pajamas.
Now he let his arm that was on her hip move upward until his
hand was flat against her stomach. Slowly he caressed the warm
smoothness of it. Karen tried to breathe regularly and deeply. As
he moved his hand she found difficulty doing this. His hand began
to creep again and caressed her up until it rested under the swell
of her firm full tits.
Now Karen had to keep her body from shivering in
anticipation. She felt the heat of his hand, and the heat of his
cock which was now as hard as she had ever imagined it could be.
It was going to be good, she knew. George was right! He knew
what he was talking about, and he must have given Jerry a lot of
good advice that night.
Trying not to press against the hardness of his huge hot
cock, she remained still. It was best to let him make all the
moves, as George had suggested.
His hand was moving again. It left its warm resting place
under the bottom of her breast. Moving slowly, the hand went down
onto the flatness of her stomach again. Karen held her breath
now, almost uncaring, hoping he would move his hand on down to the
thirsting mound that ached so intensely. She imagined how his
stiff cock would look standing straight out from the mass of pubic
hair. How wonderful it would be, to feel it throbbing in her
hand, to caress the rosy head of it with her tongue, to nibble on
it, to . . . oh, she almost quivered, the thought of it was too
much for her to stand.
Jerry's hand had now caressed her hip and was continuing a
downward journey. It stopped at the point right above her knee
and then began working its way slowly back up her body. Please
hurry! she said to herself. Now she felt the stiffness of his
cock again against her body. He still had it inside his pajamas,
but she knew it would be only a matter of seconds before he
removed it from its tented covering.
The feel of his hard cock, now clear of its restraining wall,
was against her bare bottom. Slowly he pressed it up between the
firm yet full cheeks of her ass. The heat of it was more than
Karen thought she could stand.
He eased it an inch farther between her buttocks and the hot
fluid dripping from its tip lubricated a slick path for it until
it reached the heat of Karen's own aching box. Now he began
easing his hardness in and out, not into her cunt passageway, but
between the lips of that aching spot. Karen continued fighting,
trying not to show that she was awake or that she was even aware
of what her husband was doing. As he moved in and out Karen felt
her body finally give in and start a rhythm of its own, hunching
back and forth as the searing hot hardness eased in and out of her
cunt lips.
She moved her ass slightly bringing it to an angle where he
could easily enter her cunt now. She waited knowing that any
instant she would feel it sneaking into her hot pussy passage.
Then suddenly he pushed and Karen rolled with the force of
the push, when she came to a rest on her stomach, Jerry was on top
of her, his cock probing.
"What . . . what, what are you going to do?" she asked, not
caring now that he knew she was awake.
"I'm going to fuck you, dear wife," he said simply.
Karen smiled in the darkness and said, "That's good." She
eased her ass up so her waiting pussy tunnel was wide open to him.
She waited eagerly to feel it sliding into her, then . . . a stab
of pain hit her just as another thought hit. He wasn't going to
fuck her in the pussy, he wanted to take her in her ass. Oh great
Heavens! She almost screamed out, thrashing, twisting. She tried
to move from under him but his grasp on her was firm.
He placed a wet, smacking hungry kiss on the back of her
neck, then bit her fiercely. Karen cried out with pain and jerked
upward with her ass. She didn't realize until too late that this
relaxed her tight ass and the big long cock of her husband was
battering into it.
She screamed, but he paid no attention to her. Her fear and
the sheer perversity of the situation prompted a strange renewed
excitement to begin to churn in her loins and along the little
membrane that separated the two genital orifices.
Letting her head sink forward, muffling her screams as the
forbidden act was about to commence. A shudder racked her body as
the head of his love stick penetrated her asshole. Sucking in her
breath she was hardly able to bear the waiting. Then she was
blinded by the sudden searing pain as he lunged forward, as the
tightly clenched little ring clung together in futile objection to
his obscene invasion. And then the little ring gave way, popping
open as the huge blunt head of Jerry's cock lunged up into the
right straight passages. Karen bit her lips in agony as the
shattering penetration continued until his penis was buried at
last to the hilt in her rectum. Thank goodness, she thought, it
wasn't as thick and heavy as George's or she would have been split
wide open. Jerry's cock was narrow and slim, but it made up for
it in length. Christ! He had at least ten inches of his cock
buried in her rear.
He began to move, sawing in and out of the tightly clenching
anal lips and the caressing rectal walls, skewering lewdly into
her, his devastating hardness pushing aside all resistance that
remained in the resiliently rubbery flesh. At last Karen began to
feel the hard rhythmic smacking of his loins against her upturned
asscheeks.
"God! Jerry you're ruining me!" she screamed out at him.
"Ruining? No I don't think so. You talked to George and so
did I. Well, my dad said I should do anything I want to you, that
you'd probably like it as all women did." He grunted, then added,
"Besides I've always been an ass man. I couldn't get it up with
you because I knew you were inexperienced and would want it in the
pussy. Well, I'm not built that way." He continued pounding his
cock into her.
Karen buried her face in the covers of the bed as the wild
stabs of pain and masochistic erotic pleasure darted out from her
rectum, searing and coursing gradually over her whole naked body.
As the harsh waves of illicit desire surged and swelled, her
sobs of agony evolved gradually to lewd mewls of pleasure and
surrender, and she began to welcome more and more of the sweet raw
sensation, relishing every merciless thrust, every lunge into the
tightly quivering little opening. She started arching back
against him, to undulate and wave her white asscheeks before his
loins. Now she raised and slid one hand down beneath her pelvis
and back between her thighs and with her outstretched finger, she
found the hard little button of her clitoris. She stroked it
slowly and softly, then increased both the pressure and the speed
of her bouncing ass, hitting against him. She was crying and
groaning at the agony of the pleasure pain she found in the
torturing battering ram pounding away at her asshole.
She was impaled on his long cock and she rocked her buttocks
violently back against him, thrusting them upward to meet his
every racking lunge as his penis disappeared deep into her open
rectum.
Karen was excited almost beyond endurance now, and her
excitement was contagious. Jerry basked in triumph behind her,
lunging forward harder and harder, shoving his cock into the
narrowly constricted anal passage in time with the bouncing of her
upturned ass.
Within a few moments all fear and resistance faded and spasms
of electric fulfillment possessed her body as the separate
sensations in her ass became wildly beyond control.
"I'm comminnnggggggggg!" she screamed out.
"Shut up, bitch," Jerry shouted and kept plunging deeply up
into the warm forbidden passage. Then he groaned out like an
animal in heat and then his own warm thick semen burst from the
lust-bloated balls to fill Karen's lewdly violated anal depths.
He bucked and hunched without mercy above her, his groans swelling
into uncontrollably wild passion. Finally he'd achieved his
orgasm. Jerry collapsed on Karen's prone body.
She lay under him, wondering at the erotic sense of
fulfillment she had experienced. She had never climaxed so
intently before. And this was the most degrading thing she had
ever experienced in her life.
And had she enjoyed it!
The End
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